Weeping

Weeping fever
A sickness parallel of self
Guilted, I shed my skin
Again
Guilted, I shed my skin

Marred by doubt's stain
Endless comparisons
A waning dissonance

In the echo of the dull hum
I writhe at it's jarring momentum

As I gaze into this sea of frowns
The bruising is never enough
This sedating possession
It's all so nauseating

Marred by doubts stain
Unable to understand
The unending weight digging in
Continuously
Yielding nothing

Marred by doubts stain
Consumed by choice

Consumed by choice
I become entranced in it's glory
Sang to me
In somber hums

Weeping