Humility’s Despair
Under The Floorboards / 7DS
In the cold, hollow corners
where pride casts its haunting shadow,
we are the spectral whispers of virtue
cloaked in crimson dusk.
Each footstep a soft echo
in the chilling silence.
Each utterance a hymn in the gloom.
I am Humility–
your guide through this sepulchral journey.
Confronted with vanity’s monstrous facade
where arrogance engulfs the soul,
we stand as warriors of light
against the grotesque narrative.
As dawn’s pallid light fractures
upon humility’s scarred heart,
we tread through rivers of spilled blood,
playing our macabre parts.
In the suffocating silence that follows
where spirits lay bare and forlorn,
I am Humility–
the grim reaper
where pompous egos meet their end.
Soft whispers from silenced hearts
permeate daylight’s sickly glow.
In humility’s cold grasp
peace is a spectral entity set free.
In the silence that ensues
when joy fades to echoing lament,
I am Humility–
the eternal plea resonating in the void.
Within modesty’s heart,
I exist as a haunting melody.