Our silent words are nothing
Our sickening songs are dead
That last breath of something
Was just a whisper in my head

The moving world around me
Is growing darker by the hour
My bleeding heart is dreaming
Of screaming down that tower

Of the embrace that awaits me
Of the sudden eclipse of sound
Solemn grace which escapes me
As my dungeon hits the ground

Soft silk cascading down
From the heavens
Souls ever upward bound
A dark procession

Of souls so light
Gleaming angels
Figures in white
Framed in angles

Of tormented sight
Blackened eyes
Birthed in night
Their silent cries

Scar the stars
Broken vows
Echo far

Soft silk cascading down
From the heavens
Souls ever upward bound
A dark procession

Of souls so light
Gleaming angels
Figures in white
Framed in angles

Of tormented sight
Blackened eyes
Birthed in night
Their silent cries

Scar the stars
Broken vows
Echo far

The black sun wreathed the land in a dark thick smoke. The once blue sky was crying, through eyes of blackened hope. A silence so dead had fallen, upon the fallen land. The smell of fire was fresh, it's charcoal after taste painted every breath. It's dying embers still linger, glowing like faeries in the day's bleak twilight. It felt as if their light had power, an undying immortality. Eerie crimson splotches, dotted the unmoving earth. As our boots moved noiselessly across the newly made waste. I came within reach of those orbs that seemed so much like the Sun's silent tears. And looking down upon the shallow crater in which it was buried. My eyes were met by the gaping maw of an undying corpse. In the blackness of that maw, my mind glimpsed the end of eternity. And the cessation of conscious life. The body held no soul, but it's visage was alive with the memory of pain. I could smell it's cooked grey skin, scent so heavy on the air. And suddenly an arm had reached out and launched me two full strides forward. At that moment, terror so pure and so harsh latched onto my heart with the intensity of a dying star.

Oh iOS, dreary titan of technology!
An SOS, hidden in secret typology!
Oh woe is me, tragic symphonic melancholy

If heaven had eyes, and hell had ears
Heaven would see, and hell would hear
The discordant storm, the miasma of tears

The screen is blank, my heart is dead
Error! Error! The bleak message read
Death marches slow, overlord of dread

Bright red head and monolith of Mac
iSurrender, iGiveup, Iambeggining to crack
Silent foot falls across the carpeted track

The darkest song of the darkest day
appleID.apple.com in the mindless gray
Hark! Hark! Once more into the fray!

March my brothers, to full lines and all!
Some may die today but the victors stand tall!
Monoliths of glory, providers of tech support call!

iPod, iTunes, iCloud, iPhone, iPad iknowitall!
Prices beyond reason, reset, restore and reinstall!
Kings of iLog, rulers of this bleak blue ball

Apple support for one! Apple support for all!
Unless your outside your support eligibility!
Sorry! Not my call!

Fire burns, in silent stars
Quiet deaths, echo far
A light so pure, miles away
Death ensures, a false display

Its lights are show
Its silence grim
No one knows
Its sink or swim

The lonely wind weeps
On shores of stone
Immortal breath creeps
Across an ocean of bone
The silent hills cry
They’re voices unheard
Screaming at the sky
But silence endured
A quiet so deep
A death so pure
Forever it sleeps
The sun impure
The forest is still
The wind is dead
A life without will
Death has spread