Blood pouring like oceans,
In this macabre.
Knife held to broken throats,
Under the candelabra.
Ghost sheets held over bodies,
Soaking up the red.
Sour stench of rotting roses,
Carried by the dead.
Wish upon a funeral,
To the lives they did not live.
Forgotten box of memories,
Flow like sand through a sieve.
Lower the coffins to the ground,
And sing a lullaby,
Suicidal verse in melody,
To say their last goodbye.
