Us, Those Half Dead - Poema Arcanus

Never imagined what I’m realizing, indeed

Sudden proof of cryptic face

You, half-dead.

Thousands of fears, explains themselves

As a grim puzzle,

the truth emerges from depths

Beauty caresses gently the dead

A caress given back as a ruthless pest

Words sound unknown,

can´t understand

Dead fading colors,

your skins turned ashes grey

A long season in darkness,

one sorrow after the other,

no rest for dead side arises

Death taking over me

A breeding ground to forget respect

Infection progress slowly

Taking control of our will

Far away from me, you call my name

Distance translates it as a scream

Us, those half-dead

Breed at the bottom of our disgrace.