MELANCHOLY

My existence is

Only for a short while

The sporadic impudence that is life

Neither to nor fro

In light

In dark

The soul of my body

I am to part

Seasonal happiness filtered with

Gloom

Every day the end draws nearer…closer…soon

Fascinated with the gray in-between

The lapse of time

Immortality

Fixation, be it wrong or right

Creates a portal between

That time of flight

The last breath you take

Be it ever so melancholy

Slowly…gasping…knowing

Your fears are now subsiding

Because you have nothing to live for

But death