we’re all broken

the stardust once sang to the broken church

and the windows are covered with a dusty loath

opening doors to the hidden choirs

the people once went there to pray

receiving flashbacks of the storms

waiting for the snow to pile on the corpses they lost

to forget the misery behind the soft angelic whispers

and enjoy the delicate blooming of a flower

trying to forget

that they are next

the world is fast

while they are ever so slow in their footsteps

the sky is spinning and spinning

as they fall asleep

haunted

by their dark fate

go to sleep the angels sang

go to sleep forever

while that daisy blooms its

innocent way into this timely world