The somberness of my soul.

Beneath the stars and the shadows of darkness, I wail silently, salty tears falling like waterfalls during the dusky night. Pondering, Wondering, if physical pain will ease the mental pain my weak crying heart has been through. Lying down beneath the blue, between life and death, lying down beneath a sea of anxiety and melancholy. Who will be there for me during my approaching death? Who will care during my demise moments? Not an answer to mind, Not an answer to heart Yet the sharp, obtuse, razor, has called, Rooping for me to take it's blade, write the pain on my skin, a feeling of relive. Is this really the right choice? I lie there, beneath the blue, beneath the dripping blood, drowning in my dark sorrow, that will never be eased.