Still beatings wings.A fool waits by the phone,
a call that never comes,
his voice hoarse with misuse,
rings only in his own silence.
Scared to try again,
To face failure once more.
Still hope is kept alive
And so he stares at the door.
The fluttering of wings on windows,
echoes the flutter of his heart,
the soft butterfly tap, tap, tap,
that stirs while he does not.
His eyes play tricks on him
He sees what cannot be
When the distance becomes clear
All hope begins to flee.
No more can he dream here,
lingering the dust just fills the fear,
any love was choked long ago,
now the stale smell of disuse is all that remains.
All that's left of hope and dreams,
a love once sure to always be,
an echo of a heartbeat,
a ghostly figure to taunt an tease.
Softly silence descends to never be filled,
a life is lost as the house is stilled,
the flutters of wings go unheard now,
the way he died, this lonely world knows not how.
He lies still in shallow graveHe lies still in shallow grave,
encasing his body with slow decay,
no light, no light, no more he crave,
the heavens opened up without delay.
The rain falls hard upon sullied ground,
tears of angels or devils spit?
the flowers wilt and die ringed around,
the last to know of him, of the grave, of it.
Softly as the bones turn white and gleam,
here comes the man we know should find,
with his contraptions of steel and dream,
he comes to see what has been left behind.
But again and again he misses the mark,
is there a hope for this man unknown?
what is hope but the voiceless lark,
who comes and then again has flown.
He lies still in shallow grave,
his body gone rotten in decay,
no hope, no light, no more he crave,
while the earth turns to dust without delay.
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