Just the kind of day the begs superabundance of doom listening on repeat.
Dreary, wet with a sharp edge of deathly gloom. If it were valhalla today would be a celebratory event with bounteous abrim skull mugs and foreboding ravens.
Beguiling moments these of a season that are but a tarnish on all that could be called spring.
Relentless rains that have mercilessly descended in needle point pricking drops of invisible sheets that haughtily smear all that lives with bejeweled specks of conceited drops; refusing reflections for there isn't much in the way of brightness.
Infiltrated by shadows, a pressing need to turn on lights, if only to remember that it's afternoon still. Bright of the greens strung up on trees as leaves exuding a ghostly tinge of sickly ocean depths, skies a sallow pit of sleep deprived eyes looking lethargically at the ashen lassitude that is today.
An impassivity of slate coloured rust smeared over each breath that catches in cinereal sighs each time a yawning window lets in a gush of dusky wind that feels like granite and tastes of nostalgia.
Dreary, wet with a sharp edge of deathly gloom. If it were valhalla today would be a celebratory event with bounteous abrim skull mugs and foreboding ravens.
Beguiling moments these of a season that are but a tarnish on all that could be called spring.
Relentless rains that have mercilessly descended in needle point pricking drops of invisible sheets that haughtily smear all that lives with bejeweled specks of conceited drops; refusing reflections for there isn't much in the way of brightness.
Infiltrated by shadows, a pressing need to turn on lights, if only to remember that it's afternoon still. Bright of the greens strung up on trees as leaves exuding a ghostly tinge of sickly ocean depths, skies a sallow pit of sleep deprived eyes looking lethargically at the ashen lassitude that is today.
An impassivity of slate coloured rust smeared over each breath that catches in cinereal sighs each time a yawning window lets in a gush of dusky wind that feels like granite and tastes of nostalgia.
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