In a memorial of a deadly sin
A moveless body
With no color in it's skin
And no heath under its cheeks
Faces that blank look, that froze the scene.
Surrounded by saints disguised sinners,
The morals continue to decrease,
As the hypocrisy was the act most played in the preach.
Words of mercy heating the walls
Crying for some morning to come,
But knowing that wasn't a dream
No one wanted to be awaken for the new "now on".
Every presence was searching their souls,
Looking for that sanity to free their thoughts
As their conscious begged to reveal the secret.
"It was everyone's fault ".
And so the tears filled the room with dreadful sorrows,
And rehearsed pity for the passed son.
No one dare to say he was a bad speaker of the common sense,
But that wasn't in the caring list of the presence any more.
As they have drown him to death, With words sharp as daggers
And dreadful as a gun.
No one will remember that person in a coffin as he continues to vanished into thick dust.
Only the mistakes he made will retain his eyes open in the mortal world
To keep him near to the apologies he now had recognized are too late to recite to the once whom him had lost.
