Death comes to all of us
Within the sunrise
I stare into the emptiness of my heart.
My eyes burying themselves in the dark wisdom of the night’s light.
Why won’t you sing me my angel of death?
Cry. Lie. Tie the years of knowledge going by.
Rise,
when death starts to play its sonata on the violin of yours.
Rise, when it destroys everything you love.
Rise. When it kills you.
Rise. When your haze melts.
Rise. Before love falls apart in front of you In the sandy corpse and a skeleton skull of grey.
Rise.
Before the light will fade away.
Rise. When the form of sandy corpse and a human skull will dance to the bloody sky.
Rise. When it tempts your sight.
Rise. Because it kills the divine hope within your soul.
Rise. Because death comes to all of us.
Rise.