Last murder

Grey scars
Slash the sky
During midwinter
Everything hushes
Waiting for the death

To come and regain
What is hers
The unstoppable
Decadence
Erodes the life
And hangs the weakness of mankind
That looks constantly
For certainties in the others

Mitigating and blackening its sufferings and doubts
Suffers the fear to be lonely
With anybody to depend on
Whereon direct the endless human egoism

But when even the last hope dies
The will weakens and sight clouds
The nail tightens and the rope stretches
The scythe has fallen
Everything hushes
Waiting for the death