before death
silver and red
like the stars
of heaven

and deep down
locked in fear
and agony
scratching at the walls

in the house
filled with emptiness
and a thousand
tears

the sound of doors
are opening
rusted tightly shut
light was forgotten

only in your dreams
can you still see the sun
and remember
the warmer days

something..
shining faintly
in the night
and something liquid

paints the floor
no colour any more
can be told
from this dying scene

any last words
was written
without light on the wall
in your warm river

the awakening
was never there
to be cherished
flying in the moonlight

from now on