Icicle Works
Love comes, down upon us
Till you flow like water
Burning, with the hope of insight
Feathered, look they're covered
with a bright elation,
Stolen, in the sight of love
We are, we are,
We are but your children,
Finding our way around indecision,
We are, we are
We are ever helpless,
Take us forever,
A whisper to a scream
Birds fly, in the eye
of the faithless daughter,
Broken, at the bitter end
Wasted, sacrificed for a new Nirvana
Night time, sends us on our way
A whisper to a scream
* * *
from whispers to muffled screams. it doesn't take much to turn joy into pain.
then again.. there are joys that can be had only through extreme pain.
i just realized.. of all sounds, silent screams are the loudest..
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