The Wailing Wave

I heard a French horn in the great hall

Footsteps echo through the stairs

As imagined bouncing balls scrap against the gong

Oh the waves! Oh the waves!

The unsettling liquid air that itches your sides

Suddenly wondering what if I were to die!

IN a sudden fit of loneliness and despair!

Wailing, Fucking, Screaming

EACH OTHER!

Now here that piano descending pattern

From the Journey song of a similar name as three lines before

Crying, Sobbing, Throbbing

Violent Depression and Melancholy Hyperactivity