Quiet child flair your arms,
silence alarms.
Weeping rose a petal falls,
it's helpless calls.
A black spot in a white square,
A pointless stare.
Salvations light so bright and rich,
turns black as pitch,
to cloak this stitch,
that tangles my birth.
Mangling earth.
Into the stove,
creations clay,
And so we lay,each passing day.
The hourglass starts,
stopping out hearts.
As we are split,the angels spit.
No words are spoken,
as wings they are broken.
zippered mouths with faceless features,
plastured on these flying creatures.
symbols for what's right and wrong,
these things prolong.
Rekindeling life,
simplicities chore,
fall upon the earth once more.
reasons seem to rectify,
all these tears, these tears I cry.
