scent of despair

Sour memories of a bitter symphony.
The past glory days seem to be a sweet old dream.
Acid thoughts.
Wondering in the darkness of the sky,
whispering to the stars the hopes of other times.
Despair, several days passing, 
without a movement, remaining still and paralyzed. 
Slowly losing control alone in the dark.
Feeling a stone growing in the heart, filled up with rage.
Craving for him to appear when eternity seems so deeply silent.
Deaf sound and empty noise among the void.
Bored to death, thinking of him without getting filled.
Empty bucket receiving drops and tears from howling minds.
Tired monsters, crying from the inside, looking for help.