A new morning changes dream
rays of the sun to the lattice
a statement of the world-four walls
Truth that screams by repulsive sorrow
why they had to been,
where you have been
they could survive your lust.
Innocent children don´t know the world
they are ravens sweared into the walls
by mirror that reflects blood
you paid attempts to wake up a regret
your effort tends to in the only
to turn the time.
Pictures noble by flash of knife
above bodie of ripped up corpses
capture your resigned conscience
you ripped them up to pieces, they rape you now
they want a revenge, why should you live?
they maltreat you in front of jury´s sentence
they know, you don´t find quiet.
They are ravens carring a cross of madness
a request about the worst revenge.
Looks of the mourners tear your skin
fists to the blood in spasms
pass sentence, by the mistake of justice.
In their dust
and listen to laments of a night
your promises appeals for life
with which you amuse revengefull ones
flowing from mouth of optimists
breaking stick above possibility
to change you in a human.
