Lying there, she was cold and torn
Effervescent, no more
Drawing her last breath
Whispering words of prayer

While they put flowers on your graves
And choose to remember you as the beautiful spirits you were
I will know the petrifying morbidity of your demise
The coldness, those twisted limbs

The void was filled with a resounding silence
Resonating like strings through the air
Collapsing with a sigh
Crashing down with the power of a thousand screams
Abhorrent echoes of what used to be

Even in death I am dreaming
Like I could tear this world asunder
With the sheer force of my will

We are all animated bodies
Drifting, floating in timeless sleep
Visions dripping away
Colours blurred to a grey mass
Violate my memories
Rape my ghost
Defile my being
Atone, repent
No tears will be shed for you

Do not go gently into the night
Rage about the dying light
The dying light

This is not the end
It's our retribution
For the sake of all
See this as our closure