Someday, death
We have finally reached the fool’s paradise
A brothel with tombstones as doors
The strength of your heart
Fire you to walk through
These half dead half alive women
These dolls remind you of women
You have always wanted to encounter
How did they come by same birth mark?
They can't even tell it
Who even turned them into a forest,
With no walking path?
What answers can't you find?
Probably the most daring questions.
How did you become a human,
With caked brains?
The truth in your lies
Is only found in your mind
The lies in your truth is only found in the eyes of those who can't relate
People will gossip about you
For being a slave to master slaves
You spoke to these women to stop
Acting like dolls
Meanwhile you created them
So how dare you not find something else doing
Other than being a slave to dolls
You spoke ill towards the woman who accused her loyalty
Isn't that a pack of troubles already?
You can't tell if the brothel will be emptied
And if the brains of the dolls will be fluid someday
Someday when death will be salvation