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