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.
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
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.