Freshly remains hanging over me as a dark cloud with rain about to pour down. What is it to keep me this way? Is it the thought of his face or the mask he portrays. Recurs again in my dreams. I want it to dissipate. I no longer want to feel this way. Getting through each passing day as best as I can only to come to this all over again. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth I'm trying to wash out. It is the dark cloud not moving on just sticking around. Fighting with myself to beat it out. Doesn't want to only to stick around. My heart has been battered and bruised for far too long. I want to move on. It is the dark cloud lingering wanting to pull me down. There's sunshine somewhere beyond the cloud. Not knowing where it is. I know it's come back to this.