A lifelong lamentation. Bitten um tausende Beichte, auf hunderte Sprachen.
Broken tiles under the once beloved yellow light,
Surround the marble canvas, painted in pinkly red.
The crimson rivers cry loudly for a life long faded.
A poet in chains, bereft of life; a most ugly sight.
A fake heart with fervent beatings takes its chance,
To gush out all the filth from the blessed corpse:
Pale skin as snow, with dark flowers afore his eye;
And afore the other, stand his kindred; with gazes ever bale.
Their silhouettes in many colors paint the picture of life:
Whether black thunders of cruelty, or rotten pink fruit of love;
Whether rusted red hatred, or violet violence and insanity;
They reach out their hands, all covered in blood, sorrow and agony.
Vortex of impure colors fades away, accompanied by a pained smile;
As all is white, as all is now pure; as all is now one.