Sombre

November leads to oblivion
But where does the sun fade
Frosty downpour encases
Like a curtain of daggers

Sombre sentiments fill the air
Flee while you’re still whole
Cerulean hour’s gone again
Down with the rain we’ll go

Always sensing shady figures
Twilight brings crimson light
A view between the curtains
Finally, lose the inside tearing

Stray what weakens you
Constantly, without a rest
But remember
You’re not the only one
In this struggle