They are days so sad
that even sadness
becomes inspiring .
A shade of blue in the blues,
a stain of blood in the mood ...
Melancholy under the mask
reaveling the thought of faces
and those hidden tears
that pretend to be rain ,
heavy life and burden ..
City slowly falling asleep ,
boring old tired melody ,
plaintive violin ,metro line,
crying car tracks on the streets,
Spleen in the skies ...