Porcelain

Dressed in white again
Waiting for your time to come
Nothingness in bouquets
Obeying as it falls astray

It’s the last time that I’ll see your face
Fatal day to come
Fatal day to come

Existence cursed today
Negation burned white to grey
Freedom on display
Burdened by the choice to stay

It’s the last time that I’ll see your face
Fatal day to come
Fatal day to come