in empty houses, the past lives again.
in these pages you left behind, your lyrics left unfinished, i will write the rest of your song.
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.
unbroken voicesstill – still – calling out for changeone thousand years past
whispering voices,the toll of the midnight bell,veil of death rises