No title, none at all

Hiding behind the screen of shells

I stand naked: stark and wild

The demons are out, the angels dead

Background score, the dark roaring sea

No hope of sunshine, none of tomorrow

It’s a matter of time before I crash

The world around collapsed long ago

Merry and mirth died a painful death

I watched, still and silent

Fire caught my soul; I burnt

Yet I watched, ice in my heart

I continue to stand, soul charred

Laugh of the demons the winds carry

It’s a matter of time before I crash

Are all the angels dead and gone?