Like acid falling through my skin, I feel the flicker of the dark

Welcomed by whispers wound up in wargs' cries

I reject the tangible and fading beauty as flowers wilt upon my head

I burrow in my arms with no one else to hold

The silence aims to crucify me

Unwanted this existence deafens me, unraveling my innards

I welcome the parasites to feast, yet they reject me

To feel is all I want, to cry for someone other than myself

I long to hear the symphony of my soul, but all it does is shrill