melancholia seeps through my bones a sea of tears builds in my stomach the puppet strings are slowly visible my body is an interwined 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