Rewind Humanity

I will open the walls
The walls to November
while the floor wants to remember

I will make the bed
The bed to December
until the ceiling reveals the letter

The birds I should call

The birds from the night
instead of a room sinking in light

The moon I should kill

The moon to the dawn
as their spring marches along

I will open the door

The door to the sadness
while the walls are killing their madness

I will sail the ships

The ships to unknown
Just to be away
Away and alone

The world I should kill

The world of the End
Rewind the people back from the dead


Maria R.

their screams are the bleeding pain in my soul
their memory are the sharpest nail to my Whole