Melancholia

Can I be flamboyant 
In my self depreciation
In my raucous play on words
Superceding all my trivial life 
Pursuits
In the darkest way possible 
I have become a Hallmark of 
The futility of ambition
The dragon that waits  on me
Is fill if a green fire
It burns a piercing pain
Down to all melancho
i prefer to displace them when
 off guard and wounded
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