melancholia seeps through my bones
a sea of tears builds in my stomach
the puppet strings are slowly visible
my body is an intertwined tree
i want to be the broken flower
a lullaby of willow trees weeping
i want to tear my rotting flesh apart
under it you will find hollowness
god will never yield to listen
at least the darkness feels like home
let me eat a pomegranate
the styx won’t be as far away
i will pay the ferrymen with my sins
- The nature of Longing for another realm