Of Lies And Deaths

They have conspired To annihilate me Make me vanish Without a trace. Their saber found its target My heart slashed open When blood poured And dyed me crimson They hung me out In the open bull-ring. They were the matadors Who guided the bull to me. The vultures that picked up The shreds of my flesh Were them again. And the talons That tore into my heart Were theirs too. But the stain of blood remained And spread everywhere And left every soul Contaminated. They burned me at the stake. They themselves were the stake The embers and the smoke And the flames that Fed on my tallow. But the ashes remained. Swept by the wind Of the whisper of my soul It rained acid on every heart And left them burning Till this day. The last of my deaths came By poisoning. They were the poison fangs And the hood, the hiss And the venom That dyed me black From head to the toes. But Truth remained Alive, bright and shining So that they would Swallow their lies When the sun shines Tomorrow. I wish I could drink From Lethe And forget what They have done unto me!