I see this cursed place
Biting like the wolves of Siberia
Every step is like falling into a pit
Waiting to be buried like a corpse
Red, black and white
Symbolizing items I call death and his friends
I watch them in the garden
Apples in hands, they eat one by one.
Precious memories are gone.
As all of them disappear.
Lingering on at the funeral I waited
The souls of the departed left the earth
Where their bodies rejoined Mother
On Violet Hill
Where we wait for them to return
Though all of it is in our minds.
My bloodied face
Hoping to get out of here
Just die. Just die
Whispers in my head telling me to follow
I open my eyes.
It is pitch black.