When the abyss within you beckons you deeper, arise.
When your light is consumed by the bloodthirsty moon, arise.
When the silence that soothes you begins to awaken, arise.
When the water once still, fills up your lungs, arise.
When the walls that protect you begin to confine you, arise.
For all that we are was raised from the dust. Sinew and bone, mortar and rust.
Arisen from self. Arisen from us.
We melancholic souls, arise.