Soon dawn. It brings the sun and whispers are no longer

Her former life adapts the freezing cold

He breathes and touches her, a form of worshipping sadness

Blood, sputum, seed are one, drawing scenes, so vile

The heat of day climbs higher, the mist soon leaves her white flesh

In remembrance, darkness, filled with screams of laughter

His tense appearance relives a glorious past, so beloved

A last kiss then, love, we sever

Soon day, light diffuses it's finger through the window

Hope, her eyes seem now a moment

He enters, from earth abandoned, performing a play of the horrified

In ecstasy his eyes, as fire, point at the ceiling

Soon dawn, it brings the sun and whispers are no longer, her