Who am I? I am nothing,
No name in a world full of labels.
For what is a name but another hard chain,
That now holds us back from becoming?

My name says everything and nothing at all.
Melancholy man on the hill.
With hourglass eyes, I see life as it dies,
The Beauty of Suffering within.

Weep not for my sorrow, for within it lies strength,
The power of pen and of paper.


These works seek to challenge expected molds, breaking forth worlds unto themselves.

-M-

Melankolia's Works

Poetry	2014-02-21	The Sun-Dappled Path
Poetry	2014-02-21	Nothing As It Seems
Poetry	2014-02-21	For You, Wherever You May Be...
Poetry	2014-02-21	Stand Still Inside
Poetry	2014-02-21	Orpheus Down
Poetry (Tribute)	2014-02-21	Luciferian
Poetry	2014-02-22	Walk of Mind (or, the Lyrics That Never Were)
Poetry (Personal)	2014-02-22	Hello (An Introduction)
Poetry (Depressed)	2014-02-22	Dying In My Dreams
Poetry (Personal)	2014-02-22	The Burning Citadel on the Shores of Insanity
Poetry (Philosophical)	2014-02-22	In Dark Kingdoms
Poetry (Tribute)	2014-02-22	Tearing the Veil from Grace
Poetry (Depressed)	2014-02-23	No More Pain
Poetry (Reflective)	2014-02-24	The Murmur
Poetry (Reflective)	2014-02-25	The Door of Hours
Poetry (Satire)	2014-02-26	Lazy Eye Susan

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