Illusions in Whispers ...
Piles of ashes taken by the gust of diving birds
ravens gathered picking meat from the bones of history
Vampires of pain seeping to the corpse
not to drink blood , but to swallow the pain of mortality
Dust on the shoes of time and emotion
turned to mud , rinsed in a puddle of rain
The seasons are all bleeding together
snowing dead flowers of promise across the pavement
In a world that is dead
who is left to whisper the lies
-ANGEL
ravens gathered picking meat from the bones of history
Vampires of pain seeping to the corpse
not to drink blood , but to swallow the pain of mortality
Dust on the shoes of time and emotion
turned to mud , rinsed in a puddle of rain
The seasons are all bleeding together
snowing dead flowers of promise across the pavement
In a world that is dead
who is left to whisper the lies
-ANGEL