I am melancholy itself.
I am a creature unable to find rest.
My faith has been asphyxiated,
My soul obliterated,
My body destroyed.
My mind has stopped existing.
This doesn't look like home.
I am hollow.
And in this moment I am nothing but a vast echo who once existed in an indistinct memory.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 9:01 PM UTC
I am melancholy itself.
I am a creature unable to find rest.
My faith has been asphyxiated,
My soul obliterated,
My body destroyed.
My mind has stopped existing.
This doesn't look like home.
I am hollow.
And in this moment I am nothing but a vast echo who once existed in an indistinct memory.
