Ignition Of The Grey Sky
by Throes Of Dawn· from The Great Fleet Of Echoes
Slow is the murder
of my soul
Lost in so many
absences
open in all directions
Please be with me
this dying hour
inhale my voice
absorb my life
Before the ignition
of the grey sky
Clouds like airships
set in motion
moving slowly
to unfold
Inhale my voice
absorb my regrets
as I hand you this darkness
wrought from the words
empty of meaning
Screaming with emotion