The wind howling through the fingers
of a thousand dying trees
as they twist and writhe in its hands.
The moon glowing
against a velvet sky
and hushed up feelings.
The eyes of the night see everything,
a raging heart and pulsating veins.
Whispers of icy wind flutter through my ears
enveloping me in serenity,
lifting me up past the clouds
of hate and despair.
Past the smell of fire and brimstone
through the razor blades
and blood-soaked soil.
the angels, raven haired and razor winged,
crawling underneath a cold, black sky.
The wind creeping across my open chest,
an infested spirit screeching in pain