Melodicholic anaesthesia

Windows are ripped by the lancet of frost.
Melancholic depression, I know your cost!
Time is like a turtle that misses his train.
Neck of Liberty needs to untie the chain.
Mouth of mist absorbs the leftovers of regret.
Deathlike pallor is cauterised by the cigarette.
Bridge is so high! I`m charmed by the river
Carrying the archer. He empties his quiver.
Arrows of invective hurt my chest agitated
By the blade of woe. Felicity is assassinated.
Wind flagellates my face reddened by stress.
Infernal mailer, my back is carved with your address.
Flying music is my sorrowcide I love so much.
Resurrecting Muse said, “Amigo, be in touch!”
I`m lost in the valley of doubt. Answer, come out!
Songs want to leave my throat dried by drought.
Magic of words is a child of my neurasthenic drama.
I am an obstinate plumber
Cleaning the dirty mind. Oh, mumma!
My lurid rage becomes dumber!
Roaring thunder, be my drummer!
Winter has overpowered my summer.

2020