As a child they told me all roads lead to Rome. It was then I decided to make the streets my home

I too got beat up, though I begged each night for the blows to stop. Like so many others, I believed in god, with my face covered in blood

Two days ago I opened my eyes and looked around me. Everywhere flies and iron crosses

Bodies without heads were lying on the ground. The door to heaven was shut. The sun had gone into hiding

The prophets of doom had killed the moon

Was this a nightmare? I wanted to weep, but my voice refused to speak. I tried to breathe, yet I felt myself drowning. Was I dying in my sleep?

A heavy hand rested on my back. It was piercing through my skin. My lungs were burning into ashes

The voice of someone, or something, presented itself as the King in Yellow. It whispered in my ears:

"I've waited for so long, for your final song. Welcome back to the kingdom of tears, where it never stops to rain and the future belongs to pain!

"At last! Your dreams are defeated and broken, your wings are gone. This time you are here to stay. Do not dare to walk away

"Remember this, as I eat your soul; each time your heart gets broken, the beasts are once again awoken

“You belong to me! Your history is my property. You will never be free!"

Oh dear Mami, I cannot breathe! 

My dove is dead and the poet has turned into a statue made of lead. Hate has won against Hope, now give me a rope

Soon I will be gone. Let me close my eyes. This may indeed be my last song...