picker upper

bland
bleak and darkness just blankets me
this bloody sulky air
can we just sweep it away?

it sticks
glued on my skin.
every centimeter of it's surface are suffering

drag this lump of remains

then my soul started dragging
Picking up one carcass after another

a spark lights up the sky
then another
then some others

Well darlings,we won't see the sparks on sunny day will we?

(thanks people,for all the sparks you've given me)