melancholy mood .

And there it is
This melancholy mood

The vibrations of tiredness
Have left me weak

Sorrow is knocking
on my door

Begging to be let in
From the cold

I've nailed the windows tight
And bordered out the light

But it still persists
on see me tonight

I've been waiting for it's arrival
Somewhere within my week

Questioning whether
it would gain the words to speak

For i can never truly run
Nor have strength to hide

This melancholy mood
Knocking loudly
within its stride

Seeks to see my face tonight
And take me for that ride

I open the door in silence
And quietly swallow my pride

For i can never truly run
Nor have strength to hide.