Reflection And The Enemy

Ghastly ghoul,

you are grotesque.

Gruesome,

oblivious and inattentive.

Pay attention,

pony up.

Pay the piper.

Sweet sister sings,

and I hear nothing.

Her symphonies no longer brighten,

now they choke the light from the sky and cloud me.

I am a storm no one should weather.

Serenade me no more,

your song is wasted.

-Daniel Hodgson