*Disclaimer*
This poem is also not mine. Please do not steal something that doesn't belong to me. -_-;;
The Solace of Sadness
Bleak and black and blue,
Is my mood
Is my gothic pose
Is the safe cradle of woe
That rocks me to sleep.
For I fear to leap
Into a world unkind
Where the sun shines
But the moon weeps,
A world not made
For the small and the meek
For the lone and the one
And where everything I do
remains undone.
So leave me to my slumber
Leave me to my madness
To my solace of sadness.