Great torrents from the wound.
Then life was a cathedral,
Now we're athwart the tomb.
I used to know these faces,
I used to know their names.
Daubed by the carmine crisis,
Leaving unnamed remains.
Hair of crimson speckles,
And eyes of 'ternal pain.
Slaughtered akin to cattles,
Their souls from now estranged.
Had you ever envisaged,
Red piles of you and me?
Staying where my hand reaches,
Even after our split?
Our cheeks imbued with laughter,
Our hands joined when awake.
We once were here to gather,
End in the cerise rain.
Tell me your destination,
Lest my soul goes astray.
Vibrating with my pulses,
A molten scene of flames.
But amidst all the rubbles,
Your voice has ceased to be.
The miens of friends decomposed,
The scent fades as blooms wilt.