Spent

A moon full of white in a sky full of black Evil is present itself in the shadows of the dark A crack in the night of lead and fire Spent is a life, spent by vengeful desire. Smoke burns a fragrance of death in the air Life is spent, life that was once there Words mean nothing. Words are just reasons that fall silent when their echoes are spent Silence is heaven in the lair of mans’ darkest intent. A life is different when it’s living is spent A body is nothing when it’s soul is expended Heels echo movement as they crack a slow beat into the rising mist The spent life of someone’s love now somewhere will be sorrowfully missed.