kaze-tenshi

I walk among the grave sites stepping lightly over the deceased They reach for the tallest heights with their hopes increased Dancing between me and the dead is the mist of the magic filled night Someone close to me said don't let them give you a fright I complete my round swhile blessing my corpse The magic coninues to mess with sounds with absolutly no remorse

newborn soft skin fragile special gift

shimmery bright and wild freezing heat with all the hope of existance

With open eyes,She views the world. With gentle hands,She shapes her life. With open eyes,She sees the horror. With gentle hands,She holds her beloved. With a broken world...

The pulse The pitch The sound It's in my head repeating itself throbbing I hear it everywhere It's the last beat of every heart Every single one dying out around me When will it end? What is that? It's quiet now...

Solid bone, cold, hard,...alive? Cracks run like a maze over them. They take flight Strong and powerful...yet fragile? Craving the touch of the sun. They make it higher and higher Seconds pass before they fall Crushed by doubt They reach the ground in a heap Smooth, fine dust is all that remains Crazy little thing called hope The sun is hidden now, behind the clouds Suffocating rain pours down Creatures hide in their sactuarys The wings are no more Sun returns, the rain is gone Clay and sand is what will return The Wings that were once bone

Exliharation and passion are born from the conducting figure standing front and center Pumping the life giving happiness through the air that stands in for the veins Steady and slow Rythmic but bumbling along Carefree and Joyous All through the dwidling dusk

Vanity?...or is it just insanity do we see what we want to see? we live our lives day by day night by night wondering what our reflection will show We let it rule us conquer us It directs out lives and thoughts