The angels cry loud and strong. Why, Why, Why? Can no one see the sky? Can no one count the dead, or even the living. One hundred years is not enough to forget. Living in the bottle is not enough to forget. I smell your skin burning. The sound of choking, bleeding. A bone breaks, loud. The angels crying, Can no one see the sky? Whisper another life is born to die. Why, Why, Why? I smell your skin burning. The sound of choking, bleeding. A bone breaks, loud. All alone we battle. Many, many around us battle alone. Killing is solitary and permanant. No flag will cover it - ever. I smell your skin burning. The sound of choking, bleeding. A bone breaks, loud. Scream in a bottle. Blood in a bottle. Drink it up. It will be gone, surely. I smell your skin burning. The sound of choking. A bone breaks, loud.
Theresa Laughinghare