I give thanks to those who caused me pain,
And shed the final blood hazed tear.

I speak of night and fallen cities,
Those ashen nightmares lull my sleep.

Why not destroy the ending hope?
Or ride the oceans parting wave?

Oh the sky holds many tinted hues,
Locked away in a dainty vial.

My drowning screams embraced you in rapture,
Sweet symphony to your yearning ears.

Even angels must bow down sometimes,
The moon and sun alike in difference.

I am the voice of untold tales,
I am the breath of an unborn child.

Recall the eyes set hard in stone,
And the hand-prints patterning my flesh.

My last breath captured in a net,
Sold for a delicate whisper.

Smoke caressed my weary eyes,
And flames kissed my slender figure.

Palm against palm we stand as equals,
As two weathered piano keys.