All Will Wither

The sound of the slow-paced harmony
I ache and fear
The discomfort speech drilling my spine
The master instructs me to follow my instincts

Down over my head
Silence

Nothing unpleasant has yet been said
Awaits the manipulating self
Easier to deal with anger and shame

Come the shadows
Drown the whispers

All will wither
So I leave this place that makes you ill