Anxiety makes me twist, rejecting invitations of fate
As death angel Azrael offers his kiss, eternity's taste
The words of hope choke in my throat, with the dust
Of my world's collapse, and the temptations of trust
Dare I hold upon the thought, that we might survive
And our love flourish, a world of lavish colors alive?
The dancers in the clouds of smoke are celebrating
Do they possess hope, so powerful and devastating
Are they tearing at their chest, all hope now shorn
In this moment are we mourning the recent dead
Or are we hearing the cries of the newly born
