Death bells
Through Open doors
With screaming flames
Of dark black thorns

pulsing shouts
And single notes
Grasping the pass
Of each other's throats

Telephones wires
With buzzing beats
The red hot sand
On empty streets

Crows feet
With rusted beaks
Who will be stopped
When next it speaks

Rising blood
In my own bed
Angry smiles
Inside my head

Sudden break
Of a cloudless night
alarm clocks ring
And crows take flight

Fly away
To nearby towns
These pointless lies
Won't make any sounds

And I can't speak
Without my heart
And not to you
Where could I start?