Why is the silence so deadly
And companionable wind move swiftly...

I am the Angel of Death
And I don't like breath...

Is this my home?
A scene of destruction...

I live in a home
Where commuters...

A Dreamer
Dreams of paradise...

A stranger walked among our street
With no sound below his feet...

I have protested my innocence
And since then, have lost my breath...

He grew in our eyes
As a legend it goes...

I sat upon the table
gossiping to a friend...

Hit the ground
With trainers like hooves...

Diversity;
Is what seperated us...

The gunshot shot throughout
The air...