Intense.

In the midst of a pale sky covered in sorrow,
The clouds seem about to burst in tears, for a sadness not seen
For a sadness never witnessed,
For the grief of a shattered soul, screaming amidst its own self.
Standing alone, amidst his pain, amidst his sorrow
Amidst the darkness of his being, he suffers in silence…
Blinded by the tragedies of life, without the hope of a future, he sees no reason to live
for to live is to suffer from the open wounds in his heart…
It’s not physical pain that torments the soul, but pain that comes from within, pain that seems to have no remedy, an open wound that can not heal.
A cry of desolate pain is released within, a cry as of a thousand grieving souls, penetrating through the emptiness of his being, in the hope of being heard,
in the hope of finding a reason to live,
in the hope of finding life amidst death.
The wind itself, as if it knew the enormity of the pain, carries the cry away
through the farthest corners of the earth, to the hidden valleys…
The soul, hopeless and filled with despair, begins to shed tears,
tears of solitude, tears of pain, tears of a broken heart…
it soon begins to drain his whole being…
The clouds, overflowing with emotion, rupture and begin to weep
Drenched in tears, the soul surrenders into this destiny
without life,
without a future.

Mal<3