_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.