A little shitty poem that I wrote when melancholia hit me with a hopefully not so shitty photo. (The picture is quite old, but i repimped it with photoshop which I will be doing with a lot of my old stuff.)
Darkness in my soul,
light on my face.
In the streets I take my stroll,
I guess this is my endless chase.
By day I am enchanted by the sun's light,
yet melancholia under the moon is my eternal fight.
Still, the mirror of my soul is bright,
and I am ready to express my purest delight.