I walked upon a Melancholy Hill
While whale-song echoed from the chasm deep.
The weight of family bonds, cementing still
The secrets that our fathers chose to keep.

We drown our vulgar truths beneath the tide
And lance the boils that fester in the dark.
The trust we place in blood has been belied,
The soul adrift without a guiding mark.

A ship of family, now unrigg’d, adrift,
Conceals a cargo of unspoken shame.
The veil between the worlds begins to lift
As we bear witness to a butcher’s game.

The whispered lies of “they’ve abandoned you”
Eclipse the truths that burn within our soul.
“I’m all you have” - both false and darkly true,
Our tortured minds that struggle to stay whole.

Unless, perchance, you come to me again,
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope.
Entwinéd death and life beyond our ken;
Immortal in our brief and bitter scope.