The Last Funeral

i still feel, my hurt skin
burn, your demons
i want to try, to dream for a moment
every part, of this hell
pushing my body, to look near, this abyss
i have painted the sun
with the blood, of the innocent
tell me how could you bury my dreams?
you killed them in the corner

you gave me roses, covered in blood,
in my dark and cold funeral
from the inside you lie fucking bastard
you are my enemy and my sorrow
insipid
inadequate to be born in the garbage

how can i draw about time burning memories in the same place
smiling at death
and blessing the living
with the blood, of the innocent
tell me how could you bury my dreams?
you killed them in the corner
you gave me roses, covered in blood,
in my dark and cold... funeral

i can smell in this moment
for the last time
your skin and bones on my grave
this is a vision of the end of time
down in the darkness
dying from the inside
this is a vision of the end of time
human without glory, destined to die