Paper Skin

Rain pouring from the heavens lights the sky a sickly gray
and we break with each poison drop
as the deadly bliss sinks into our paper skin.

The brilliance of Berlin blinds us
as we disappear into the darkness
leaving civility behind.

Deafened by the carnage on the city battlefield
we use the shadows as a shroud
and let the rest of the world slip away.

Voiceless in a nameless place
we scream to the heavens with the whisper of a butterfly's wing
and fall to the ground for another thousand years.

Author's Note

What can I say? Muse inspires me. Have a poem about uprisings and other things besides. Find me some metaphors or other things please C:

Reviews

[Anicca]

This is a very good piece, another fine example of music inspired creativity, BRILLIANT!

[New November]

i like this one,
uh it paints that sort of image of when u see the video of all the nazi military dudes marching through paris
thats what i think of
its really cool