The Bells

The fade proof lines

That define status and meaning

Are illegible, too thin to read

I've lost radiance

Under petals and softer words

The vine bleeds

Divine screams

Do your wings make a sound?

Sometimes I swear I can hear them

You left poison mercury dreams

Will you reveal what it means?

Taste the potency

Of your deadened knowledge

The decline through sifting perils

Forces you under

Stretch past the shattered arrows

The vine bleeds

Divine screams

Do your wings make a sound?

Sometimes I swear I can feel them

The florescent lighting does nothing

To keep you from hiding

Do your wings make a sound?

Sometimes I swear I can hear them

You left poison mercury dreams

Will you reveal what it means?

Do your wings make a sound?

I swear I can hear them

I can feel them