an end to life
You were born to be beautiful
And with the twilight you fell asleep
For ever awake.
Closed were the doors to your souls
And dreams took you
Within poems, to dry paradises.
Only the awakening would be a nightmare
Just the awakening would be a nightmare.
In night´s darkness
Your color is still dim and contrast
Against the shinning and indifferent stars.
Air swings you
Cold caught you
Autumn never came.
Never buried, never among tombs
Never buried, never on tombs.
Cursed for being beautiful
Born to be banished
And in your purest form, dried up remained.
Adorned a party in the shape of bouquet
Adorned my vigil as a funerary bouquet.
Shinning and at the same time dull
I behold you inside a bedroom´s darkness
Shinning and at the same time dead.
Petals will never disintegrated
I behold you even in grief
Dried and fragile giving me light.
Immaculate in the prime of life
Immaculate as the fountain of youth.
Dried and never withered
Dead in your fullest alive shape
Time won´t take you away.
Only the awakening would be a nightmare
Never buried, never on tombs
Adorned my vigil as a funerary bouquet
Immaculate as the fountain of youth.
Oh how I envy you in your eternal death
Subtle and fragile
While my body become disintegrated
Disgusting and decaying before me.
Never buried, never among tombs
Just the awakening would be a nightmare
Immaculate in the prime of life
Adorning my vigil as a funerary bouquet.
