It kills hope, All hope,
Slaughters happiness,
Murders joyous times
It can drive a person mad.
It is black, So black,
Greys and choking blues,
Deathly mourning hues,
With shadows throughout.
The eye stares, wide stares,
Wide with disbelief,
Quivering with passion,
They want to let it out.
The tears fall, fall
Landing on the ground,
Like liquid weeping,
It is flooding the garden.
They are drowned, drowned,
With weepers sadness,
The joy is gone,
It leaves a shock to fall.
This is sorrow.
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