Many seek and hide
O' the weeping angels
who reowned on everlasting earth
pulling into another focus,
you dragged
in its sorrow, like shrieking souls.
the flowers cry
in stillness

I asked many yet never seen the sounds
of fury
They were all hidden in the newfound blossom
and I watched them die pointlessly,
folding their wings but never enough to unshow
the fading shadows in distance
So gentle and spiritual mayhem
in many levels to not be seen.

Sirens wailing in every elsewhere
I must have lost my blindfold
because now I see your wandering eyes.

Atmosphere
that you fancy is no longer staying,
Surrounded by you
the golden path covers in blood,
the world starts cutting off,
the glamorous visions are in
and out,
then, lastly, the silence will fall.