Under watchful eyes,

I writhe and wither;

Every flower wilts eventually.

In a hollowed contralto I'll sing

Brokenly

A fractured hymn falling well on deaf ears.



The curtains draw over hungry onlookers

But the show must go on!

So the madcap laughs as he leads the dance,

This graceful waltz of suspense

Finally I

Keel over from shortness of breath.



My last line of defence

Shall be devoured till the last morsel.