A Happy Death - Nocturne

The soul of flesh has walked away

A symptom of flash-static pain

Brought through the contrasting of

A world of hate and a peaceful dove

A saddened face is bathed in light

Unaware of watchful eyes

A victim of the burning night

Assuming no one hears his cries

If one could hear him

Then that one would not care at all

If god could hear him

Then that god wouldn’t care at all