I have confided to this theatrical dark,
the corner of my prison,my habitat.
i lay on the cold floor begging for salvation,
my hands groping the black,
the fear and redemption.
The voices beyond usher into my ears,
"son,this is the last minute,do not fear".
the glint of blade on my bare smooth skin,
the warm blood gushing,
my heart started to spin.
my legs became weak,and i started to lose,
i fell on my knees,what choices to choose.
i found the last fleeting moments pass my eyes,
death calling out my name,i wish it was a lie.
for what lay ahead i start to feel numb,
the unholy hour and the reaper to some.
this is how it ended for me you see,
i still live in hearts,spirit to be.
