Melancholy pounds away
At the edges of myself.
Finding all the weak seems.
It seeps into my tissue
Swirling around tempestuously
Like cream poured into ice coffee.
Please give me strength
To stitch up my side
Painful as it will be
To push the needle in
Just to pull it back out.
It’s the only way to keep myself
Sorrowproof.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 