Melancholia - En Minor

Self-loathing…

Feels…

Like the right way of expression…

Despite knowing better…

At the outset…

Melancholia…

Melancholia…

Blight on us…

As he stabbed at…

You…

And you clutched at him…

Like a dragonfly fluttering towards its death…

On rotted, porous driftwood…

It’s all the same…

Melancholia…

Melancholia…

Blight upon you…

Melancholia…

Blight be upon you…

And you…