As Spring Welcomes Our Last Breath

With life is so bleak my thoughts never wither from negativity. in the black final moments I see a glimmer of hope (incandescence) wither alone in the morning eye. the ocean sparkles a melancholic poem I drown in misanthropic embrace. their tears flow in an everlasting stream never to be meaning and my eyesight withers with the wind... for once I see the truth of this existence...I wither never to return into the blackness my embracing arms never finding contentment