Mental mischief in a melancholy mind

Another misty morning
i`m here, i don`t know why
My spirit might be broken
but my will say we should try

Suddenly appearing
in the corner of my eye
a bumblebee returning
from a perfect cloudless sky

A whisper in the distance
a child about to cry
Disrupt the sound of silence
refuse to say goodbye

The knife move even further
lingers by the eye
while broken lips are screaming
Die, why won`t you die

Then clarity awakens
as the bee prepares to fly
no more misty mornings
what`s left is only I

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