A grey shroud of Shame settles in my heart.
It thumps + trips,
crashes + courses;
A loud symphony in a minor key.
Discordant + desperate for resolution.
The song a storm that screeches in my ears.
It is sung in the strangely sensual song of a siren
luring me to my death so slowly.
So many movements and choruses
composing a dark + depressed Requiem
Echoing into eternity.
I sink into the cold comfort of Shames' song
Though silent + stoic to the world
I suffer loudly inside
And wait for the song to end
so I might find abandon + absolution
In the calm quiet of death's lullaby.