"Conscience is calling you from the depths of hell.
Why regret it now?
You've ruined lives enough.
In the end, it will be the cause of your downfall.
Bleeding just like a gushing river,
Tears flowing just like the depths of the sea.
Fear not, it's coming,
it's coming just for you.
Look at your creation;
it's grinning in gratitude at you, Thankful for your gifted hands as it was meticulously molded into your greatest masterpiece.
Look within;
it's just like you,
Mold it just like you,
Just as you were raised."
YOU ARE READING
My Melancholia
RandomHymns for those in dark places, where the sun doesn't reach us, yet we persist in seeking light as human beings.
