We were reapers in a past life I was the cape and you were the scythe We pulled the wool over their eyes And made their dreams death in disguise
Wrapped up lilies reaching for shade, a familiar tragedy, even they cannot bear the sun's gaze
Wretched. Reaching for the wool and the knife In the heaven-less night
Where the shades of confessions danced, we walked But, I was not there to get them to talk The Reverend and the pew Never did what they were meant to
Tangled lilies reluctantly reaching for shade Ashamed to accept the slight--decaying hope and disparate daydreams Reaching for the cape and the scythe For the heaven-less sight
Here lies a city Of flowers-the lilies In the dark its clarity profoundly makes A sunlit city dreary
And, we were reapers in our last life I, your loveless lover, you with another spouse Drove me into despair, dragging the night-sky into our love made-up of lies
So, we perfunctorily made death a heaven-less guise Death, made out of dreams and lies
Be careful, of love's cape and scythe, If you're to keep your life.
*Sui Caedere translated from Latin, "of oneself ****" " Suicide in a Sunlit City."