Awaken the lazuras

shake the grave clothes out in the wind,
strike a match and peer about.
step away from the broken sin
and open your lungs for a mighty shout

its time to wake the lazuras within.

just enough space to hide a candle...

Go, bury your dead

everyone has a skeleton in their closet.
everyone holds a dead man down in the dark.
everyone has a hidden wound,
and everyone has cried a forsaken tear.

neighbors and brothers,
sisters and friends
holding secrets that break hearts and whose shadows only breed dread.

go, bury your dead.
turn on the closet light.
have a bonfire, its Guy Fawkes Day!