Seasonal Affective Disorder - Konkhra

As always the seasons have turned

And winter grasps the northern world

Might of darkness cease the day

The light of life — driven away

Dust is what is left of blossoms in the spring

Let the winter begin

How can I face this

Reflection of me

My own flesh and blood

So dislike me

Father — I am of you

But yet so fresh

Sprung of this world

Another world

Black milk of dawn I drink you

In the night of dark embrace

At dawn and dusk at all times

'till all my beloved are defaced

This light of dawn I cease it

From my dark life enhanced

The sorrow of another world

In past winter it’s engulfed

Dust is what is left of blossoms in the spring

Let the winter begin

How can I face the reflection of me

My own flesh and blood so dislike me

Father

Inherited

Indestructive bonds

Parallel carnations

Take us on

Throughout all time

Travelling

But you

You’re inside of me

And I see your history

Condemns me