He walks through the silence of night
Eyes glued to the feet
Mind playing the motion of some distant memories
Hands clenching tightly on the broken flute
While lips trying so hard to mask the defeat
The years passed him like an invisible clock
Life abandoned him, when death chose to take the throne
The burden of unwanted misery
Taught him to be ruthless while
Truth never bothered to be enough
He cried in silence
Screamed in the presence of everyone else
He lived in memories
The emperor smile and the melody
Of a certain someone, dressed in white
But in the end the tragedy striked
The storm of death won over life
Defeated he fell in the name of disgust
But that certain someone still wait
For a broken flute that never came back to life.