voices in a void

in empty houses, the past lives again.

unfinished lyrics

in these pages you left behind, your lyrics left unfinished, i will write the rest of your song.

nothing’s wrong

fire bobbing in the lantern of life. painted skies.burnt-out lives. blood splatters on streets.broken voices. rivering eyes. pain everywhere. mouths taped shut.cold skin – no heartbeat. don’t cry. nothing’s wrong.

representation

unbroken voicesstill – still – calling out for changeone thousand years past

ghost

whispering voices,the toll of the midnight bell,veil of death rises