Why do angels fall? What dreams gone by for days to never come.
What whispers of plans do men lay pray to.
Of shadows of death in all their years, washing into storm drains in the night.
What warning sirens still call.
what god and demons lay in these vast halls.
Like shallow stone, and brittle bones I quake awake to such an unholy house as this.
So heavy is the sweat of such thoughts.
Like gallons of night in a mind of day.
Do the angels sing of such things in all their sorrows?
Weep for brothers in the war that follows?
Like memories cast iron and leather. In their uniforms of god and county.
questions howl from dyeing lips as sand soaks up the soals into warmer places that can be no better then the hell of men.
do angels weep as they fall?