the Hum

i hear a hum, beyond the final gate, i press to it my ear, drinking in every note, until i'm jerked back,

sin towering above me, he holds a knife, i fall at his feet in plea, he stabs my head to the ground, blood running down my face,

i am fading, nothing left but my ears, and then i hear it,

it can't be. i look up— sin himself is humming, the same hum, from before,

the knife is gone, in its place, a feather.