5/15/2016
It rains like thunder
On the eve of that night.
Crashing down—
All hope is drowned
Now chained to the bed,
My own mind I dread.
Pouring in:
My every sin
Submerged I sink,
With my song still unsung.
In catacombs I drink,
(Until) bitterness fills my lungs
My last breath of air
Floats to the sky,
Locked in this chamber
Left here to die.