Here are the thousand hopes packed in a red coffin
Made of yarns and tied with black string
It comes with flowers and wrapped in green
As if it is so weary; it flashes a grin

Here is the sleep packed in  wooden jars
Unreachable for the latches are worn down
Then it comes, decorated in porcelain
With cracks spread across and glossed by tears

Carve down the ornaments and you shall see
The nightmares and scars it hatched
When you and I walked down, forlorn
To call for Pandora and the hope she’d forgotten

Here are the bullets torn down during life
The protector and murderer of our own kind
They come disguised in arsenic laces
Tearing the night and the vulnerable moon princess

Carve down the ornaments and you shall see
The dreams and bruises it abandoned
When you and I walked down upon chaos
To call for Erebos and the darkness he caresses