As the last hailing rain was served on a wooden tray;
White flowers had choked my airway.

I collapsed on a bed of sharp knives,
I was lost in a galaxy of cursed hives.

I found a body at the living graveyard;
Who whispered a forbidden spell from the funeral card..

I ran to the gate and looked behind,
They all killed my loving child.

They chopped her limbs and ate her head,
And mocked me with a box of first-aid.

History would forget a war of ashes and dust;
The courtrooms were symbols of greed and lust.

I would have sung my winter song,
You would have danced with me all along..
I would have lived another moment,
You would have not taken by the hidden serpent ..
I would have shared, my chest was bruised with a huge rock;
You would have heard it loud and clear if the dead could talk.

Only if the dead could talk.