MELANCHOLY

Alone on the corner, i stand.
Searching for somebody who can save me.
Left. Right. Left. Right.

The breeze blows, sensing me.
The cold wind caresses my skin,
hairs violently erecting on my nape.
Whispering: Melancholy. Echoing.
Like a mantra. A prayer.
Melancholy. Melancholy. Melancholy.

Slowly, the abysmal feeling
claws on my chest.

I felt you before. So many times.
Sensing familiarty, I shriek.
I welcomed you. Embraced you
with amorous arms.
Red, crooked lines appear on my
left arm.
I taste it, metallic.
Melancholy. Come and stay with me.