sunset flares upon thy dark flight.

angels flew across the sea.

in search of a lonely light.

the blue dawn speaks for me.

unlike the demons that flee, peace has no room to breathe for survivors. six stood still, reaching their hands for sanity. in the menacing silence, he fights violence. a war sounded from a cage of sins they own. uncertainty blanket the fears he wears. sorrow seeks apart being alone. a fight they all share.

all we are, is bullets i mean this.

and if the sun comes up, will it tear the skin right of our bones?