The bloody sun


Covers the deep night,


The bloody sun,


Erupts from your delicate body,


And a wreath of flowers,


On your fresh grave


Adorns your death,


My grief decorates


The rain of your tears,


Washes over me,


Mother!


Your heart pounds,


Surrounds the void of my life,


Inwards,


Direct me,


In the trail of tears,


Into your tomb,


Onto your death,


So I will not be able to see.