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Hole in the Ozone Layer Angels with broken wings and demonic souls Loiter in suppressed corners of darkness Clouding in favor of rain in my mind Golden feathers etched in the paint of green mold Dust to dust, ashes to ashes Reminders of heaven's children Swallowed by hell's monsters Blood painting memories on flesh Dyed by visions they have never seen Angels with empty eyes and memorized lies Kiss my fingers and caress reaching palms Too late seeing the truth behind the song As they slit my wrists None of us know how it came to this Rain falls down like a whisper from a lover Mocking glass as it burns like acid Stealing glimpses from my eyes And the hole in the ozone layer Is the gap in heaven Through which angels with broken wings fall © Rowan, 1998 |