What sorrows hide you from the world?
Angel, why weep you so?
I heard the clockwork as it whirled
In discontinued flow…
Such beauty now by pain inured
Hidden in palms of stone
Your gaze concealed, from all obscured
Tell me, for what atone
These vows of silence, unseen tears?
I heard from tales of old
Subdued by time, in whispered fears
Past lives reach from the cold…
Don’t blink. Don’t even blink.
Don’t dare break the link.
The angels don’t exist
When they are not observed.
If seen, they turn to stone.
But do not turn your back
For they don’t hunt alone.
They lie in wait: one touch
And you’re in time imprisoned.
Their kill will not be reasoned:
They feed on stolen moments,
On your life’s pilfered breath,
On fates undone, on paths untread.
Blink once and you are dead.
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