and did I mention skyler ♥

the staccato of a deep, thundering heartbeat,
the gentle soprano of drawn, heavy gasps;
the shuddering whimpers of weeping chords,
and mournful bellows echoed in brass.

the soul: this instrument of divine suffering,
what a sorrowful tune it plays!
surely must be composed in cruelty,
as if engraved within its veins.

I venture, t'is purposeful in measure
– for what other intent? –
but to ensure our beautiful wailing
should prolong, to forever.
—  the show must go on (lament for the human soul) | m.a.w