LONELY CLOUD(DARK CLOUDS)

Lonely and sober on the day Of my felicity;
I cant reach an equilibrium
Suspended above a silent city, Oh what an ironic day
No one to call mine,sitting here,
Perusing life,who shall lift up a broken soul?
Mend the part with the whole
I stay on the edge of the abyss,
The void looking at me in the eye
I long for a better place
But the better place looks the same.
My soul ripples like droplets
From a goddess's nipple
Dismay piercing through
Like a tormentor's needle.