Tears Of Muse's Lyre

How does it feel,
When the world is loud and lonely,
That concurrent confluence flow, boring the mind with rosy spikes
Your screams are as loud as silence,
Ears openly shut to your ambiguous plight
Your visceral flow rises and falls, unsure of the next tick - tock

Friends are closely far...

Like Sisyphus,
the tables turned this time
The boulder jabs and kicks me
I subsist under its weight; crushed - almost
I have borne these lacerations - how long?

But if the grim's scythe pays an impromptu visit with a free flow of blood,

Weep not, such is life

For to mother earth we owe a humble entry and a grand exit