Laden

Tragedy in symphony

Bitter taste of company

Torrent of words toward me

The carousel wind dies down

Slithering hatred marks the tempo

Gnawing empathy blind to see

Grace of emptiness, blank, white snow

Sour tang, taste of tears decree.

Irony in ignorant prophecy

Grinding strain of intimacy

Inexplicable burden laid upon me

The carousel wind dies down.