I have a seed planted in my brain
This seed chafe and aches into my Brain stem
During spring it gathers fluids and starts to grow
'Til summer I find myself worrying.
My reflection in the mirror is different from me - it
mimics me, it follows me.
By autumn the seed has scooped out a piece of my brain
My every day life is framed in by migraine attacks and
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monumental headaches
It grows in my open skull
I call him melancholy
I call him melancholy
He brings out my pain, but inspires
Melancholy makes me flee the light of the day, but see
clearly in the darkness
You nourish me, and i nourish you
Melancholy