Dark sun rises
to greet my day
crows chirping
to my heart's wake
am I awake?

Heavy clouds loom
Oh yes, my doom
rain pouring within
holding a frameless umbrella
trying to protect everything
that simply means nothing to you
but all to me

Nursing a broken heart
would that require stitches
or a jar of that burning acid
you so kindly pour

A glorious mourning
wouldn't you say?