There is no song

It's long since ended

I lied about the angels

I said I saw descending

There is no song

There is no sound

There is no depth or weight to

Any of our words now

There is no song

The air will ring with

There is no voice here that is capable of singing

There is no song

There is no story

I thought I saw an order to the chaos

But I watched that fall away before me

There is no song

We have no language

No way to articulatе

New boundaries of anguish

Therе is no song

There is no breath

We have not got one single throttled glottal guttural utterance left