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