Melancholia

Self-loathing...
Feels...
Like the right way of expression...
Despite knowing better...
At the outset...
Melancholia...
Melancholia...
Blight on us...

As he stabbed at...
You...
And you clutched at him...
Like a dragonfly fluttering towards its death...
On rotted, porous driftwood...
It's all the same...
Melancholia...
Melancholia...
Blight upon you...

Melancholia...
Blight be upon you...
And you...