Merciful Melancholy

Merciful Melancholy

Oh, sweet Melody,

hath thee cometh again?

Cleansing wounds so bloody,

liketh death after the war

Insoumountable pain and grief,

won't thee leaveth a scar so briefeth

So I can hideth those folk

from prying eyes of kinfolk

Sweet lullabies, 

sweepeth me hence from the world I despise

For the sleazy world,

didst nothing but bleedeth mine own did love ones

Every stringeth stroketh

every key choketh

A voice coequal the heavens can't matcheth,

as mine own heart beganeth to patch

The blood sweaty haste

the thrilling urges to moveth,

I succumb to thee

merciful melancholy 

let me be free