Candles at my funeral
People in black,
tears and sad alcohol.
A coffin. So beautiful
and dire it rises
In the middle of the
long, white hall.
Inside of it - my
corpse with bruises.
But I’m awake,
trapped in the mirror
That they forgot to
cover.
And children, of the
death they shiver,
Dreaming of their
world in colour.
Their light- so warm
and strong…
Several died at once
with me…
They stood beside the
dead for so long-
The candles and the
loud wails of Banshee.
Tears touch my lich as
it lays there
Just like they used
to do before…
Drops fall down as their faces stare
On dead and on the
dusty floor.
Now all those faces
dressed in black,
They took the coffin
with my corpse-
But candles still
sight as they spark
On the background of
sad chords.
And now… just me and
them…
Hoping that the
mirror cracks.
So I can runaway into
the realm,
Dead, along the
railroad tracks.
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