Melancholic Bound

Fragile fragments lachrymose, sanctified sapphire rivulets, lamentable malevolence of my fetters, is there a sanctuary from this tableau to which I am shackled as you cascade down the window pane? Exorcise this spectral phantom hovering above, sinful contemplations of sanguine deluge, absolve my torment, unleash the tempest with the rain upon my silhouette. Is this my preordained cryptobiosis or am I nearing the terminus of my odyssey? Once erudite, now a marionette adorned with straps of torment for conquest fervid violation. Inexplicably, my psyche is luring me towards self destruction, it inflicts such profound agony and the shadows have congregated to spectate my fade to gray. Charon of the underworld, accept these oblations, hasten I implore before the threshold is rent, I can hear the susurrus of leather and metal buckle, don’t make me endure this torment any longer. Rubies in purgatory, ascending then shattering, have you reveled in your mockery? Everything that I coveted, you wished away, are you appeased with the aftermath of my tragedy? Crescent luminary, heed my hemorrhage, devour your proclamation, remembrance of how I absconded. The sole path to liberation from this infernal nightmare, is death. Abattoir hymn of sickles, beseech thee, take me away.