The dirt dries down and the dust blows
Ruffled flowers moan the color of april,
Your piercing eyes gaze with no thought
Bright and red and they stare straight into my soul
You speak the words I dare not to hear
A gentle thrust, flick of the wrist
Your bracelet jingles in the dying wind
The flowers sweep the air with thick colors
Has death ever looked so sweet? So innocent…
Perhaps it is time to die.
The sky has darkened, the dirt has fallen
I stare into your eyes, protuberant cherries
But you continue to gaze ahead as if nothing changed
Nothing changed, nothing matters to you…
Yet you brought me here, to this dark world
Your hands move the oar back and forth
We slowly sail into the darkness, my ragged breath scrapes the silence
So this is what remorse feels like…
You continue to row the boat toward the gate
I grasp the edge, looking into the water for the first time
And I see faces, many faces… I'm sorry.
I'm sorry! Please, take me back!
I beg and plead to you, pounding my fist on the wood
You look at me with unchanging eyes
And your bracelet jingles still
But you say nothing. You feel nothing.
Tiny, fragile, you're exquisite.
How many others have been here?
How many before me? How many have stared into the eyes of the angel of hell
such as I am?
You will be the last thing I see, as you ferry me across the water
How many souls are you burned into? How many more will you spark?
We've reached the gate, sweat runs down my brow
We're parting now, never to meet again.
The jingle of your bells will forever ring in my head
You turn with a flick of your wrist, your flowers, your bells…
No! Don't leave me here! I cry, reaching for the boat
You see nothing, hear nothing, continue to row away
My arms are caught in a fiery grip, the flesh burning…
You and your boat and your flowers and bells
I cling to them and burn the memories with my body
The fires of hell consume me and your bracelet rings still…
This is vengeance.
