all reminds of the past
are reviewed in fractions of seconds
an empty life of memories
the link of spirit and flesh dissolved

by another point of view
he sees himself quartered
revolt comes soon with deception
for being just another victim

to him doesn't matter
what will be in the epitaph
cause none word will
act as consolation

his demise decreed
a scream without voice

disharmonious feelings
are stage of this tragedy