Tears lines round cheeks,
Tears like tribal marks no one cares,
The bullet is gone,
The did is done,
Who did this doom?
A skirt from the roof?
Strange hands on mask cocked the gun,
White glove dropped the gun,
Vanished in a dark light,
Pain iced my brain,
Smiling tears kiss the cheeks,
Song of empty journey perches the lips,
No destination no vision becometh the hymns,
Infant rejoice in emptiness,
Still no one cares.

The room is dark,
No candle no lamp,
The letter is blank,
Ink on shaded shape,
Many names wraps the 'Will'
To who will...