pure sadness part 3

Come with me now to that place untraveled where time has no meaning and sanity unravels no one is there to hear your appeal no need cry, for there is nothing to feel. No need to speak, there is nothing to say. The land of the living has now gone away. My blood fall from my arms looking like red crystals the sound of its drops forming the notes to life's sorrowful song the pain within them falling onto yesterdays wounds burning and stinging as a constant reminder all hope is lost. And I continue to ask why it is I have yet to leave this place. A note of a sad farewell lingers around my soul the heavy hand of death is laid on a many a budding rose when will i feel alive again? I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light, The love of one a prism be excelling violet I see one better for the year. That hunch themselves between the miner's lamp sufficient be to nullify the mine. And in the grave I see one best. Its little panels be aglow all ruddy with the light I held so high, for one what need of day to those whose dark hath so surpassing sun it deem it be continually.