blue

there is
a darkness
in some souls
that can't
get out,
or be lit
up with any
kind of good
news, or words
of cheer.
they linger
in the mud,
martyrs to their
twisted cause.
they like
the rain,
the umbrella
of shadows,
nightfall
chills them
with a pleasnat
fear. they
are only
truly happy
when they are
unhappy, and
there is nothing
you can do
to change that.