sorrow

Tell me your darkest fears.
Sell me your everliving soul.
Tap into those primordial emotions,
and bleed the sadness.

Melt into the floor,
let your consciousness seep into the ground.
Nothing matters anymore.
The skies are as bleak as the pain,
and the sun as dark as the clouds within.

Weeping only makes it worse,
more memorable,
like every tear is etching itself onto your face and mind.
The first laughs at your tries to restrain it,
and the last laughs at your weakness.

What kind of ethereal being would have this?
Why cant we all have castles in our clouds?
A safe heaven from the reality that we see.