_Revolution of the corpses_
Jet black sky
Dotted with shimmering specks
Of glitter
Hangs like a canvas
Above the graveyard.
Moonlight illuminates
The worn and broken
Tombstones,
Engravings chipped and faded.
Here lie the bullets
And the broken shadow of a boy,
Charred remains of harsh phantoms,
The romance that was rejected,
And fled to hid in the morgue.
And with compulsive conflict
Contaminating innocent darkness,
The revolution of the corpses will begin.
