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.