shining golden beacons
these angels
with broken wings
hobbling amongst
billions of indistinct
tarnished souls
all seeking
a piece of
illusionary heaven
in which to rest
their weary feet
far from the chatter
skeletal shiftings
in effervescent malaise

angry slashes of crimson
shadowed demons
scurry and skitter
an infestation of
dreamscarred memories
promising only
the hells that reside
in soulscatter misery
an eternity of
half life soliloquies
falling mutely
on the ashen remains
where happiness swayed
on the promise of spring