take a breath in
and try to hold it dear
while my conscience sleeps
and angels crack the mirror
breathing in while darkness creeps
and lustful truths appear
where ravaged rivers run dry
and artistic prophets rape fear
ancient whispers haunt
this dilapidated barn
music from a thousand souls
harmonize a desolate alarm
breathe in the night air
to where a lonely martyr cries
where the magician disappears
and the angry poet lies
take a breath of uncertainty
in the shadowlands of sleep
stirring a wasteland of images
as a thousand angels weep