FOR THOSE WHO PASSED AWAY

Silence is thick
And smells like pain
Its open mouth collects the rain of salty tears
Their stanger faces seem so familiar
They've pierced me through
They've pierced through me...

We bide our time for the salvation
We bow our heads and bite our lips
We grasp memories and hold them tight

They were someone's mothers
Or Husbands
Or Lovers
They are someone's Angels
They are someone's Pride