The Rebellion Against Self - Monsoon Letters
Even when melancholia grieves my heart And the pain drowns my senses In stinging lashes of anguish; In frenzied death dances I choke lifelessly but no more hurt. The tears no more trip, as I slowly languish. The remnants of a wrecked world burnt to ashes Where mutilated dreams imbue the stale air, Where hopes … more "The Rebellion Against Self"