The sun ripped through the cloudy sky
Of my conscious through the warming cabinet
These faces have fallen here before
Her black eyes is repeating failure
I'm walking these corridors
Knowing that her defiance
Has become legend within these walls
That is her silhouette at my bedroom window
While I'm sitting in our cell and hope she will live enough
Life for the rest of us who did not make it out
I am just watching the candlelight
Between us dim, trying not to recall
At her beautiful trauma
And the venom of it
I used to thought it fitting the way
I chose the next memories
With a bouquet of rotten flowers
And how happy they appeared as they ducked into this rotten feses
I'll show you my heart is still beating
And my tears will fall no more