Let the colors fall off
a deep unbecoming
of a hundred stories
ended with a dot.

a black blot consuming
deep in the heart
let petals feel the wilting
like a dying art

death is unbearable
though a hundred masks worn
each faces wilt, with smiles undone
for a soul has never been alone

this was a story inside of this cage
of a hundred tales untold
visions of death and mourning
now knowing fear uncalled

with a thousand chants to pray at night
let this troubled heart be brave
with a thousand chance to fear the grave
be the hand that lead my fate