The Shadows Of Death

7/3/12

The moon shown down this quiet night

Within the doleful soundless sight

None would gather to search a light

Stars with eyes and pictures of galaxies

Windows to nowhere and nowhere to see

As each veil turns into a white beam

Wandering where time becomes destiny

None would touch us or look at our night

We cast shadows, we turn wrong to right

It's a heartless existence with a cold bite

There is no Heaven for us anymore

We've not suffered Hell, tho Hell we have bore

Eleven dimensions to feed on my soul

It lives here someplace, and I'd like to be told

A name, just a name, and a name only

A ghost or a demon of the wind passing lonely

A threat and a curse and the wicked, which am I?

I saw the shadows of death,
Being shadows, how could they lie?