I stood in the corner
of a pitch, dark room...
At the end of his laughters
Returned home to empty chairs...
If we forgo pursuing truth
Then we allow ourselves to die...
“Your friend is there
Within the walls...
Never forget those you have killed
Never avert your eyes from death...
It is the fate of the kind
If they wish it to be...
Heaven said to me it missed
Then asked from me a tender kiss...
Righteous men cannot rest
Cannot laugh in light no more...
Bones are filled with crackling emotion
suffocating lungs, as if the air isn't enough...
Along the sidewalk
crosses stuck in to the ground...
Death puts people in a crib
And from there...
Death is not the end
It's just a change that mends...