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