Rippling screams over and through and
Through and over the feather of bird
Echos
Being the only answer to the similar songs
For when the sacrifice is innocence
None see the heavens spill closer
Blinkered
By notes side by side upon the eye
Category: history
Societies Ghost
Lone voices within the caverns of a body
Drowned out by histories and songs
For who would listen to today’s vices and voices
When the hundred other crescendoing are no longer theirs