Dead Silence

As our vision blurs
We hold a torch to light the recesses of the dark
Walking alone, listening to the footsteps that echo behind
All the time, the ghosts flit past and through us
Hiding in the future
We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back
Should we run or hide?

Dead silence

Thieves of Dreams
Silent Sedution

We see the shape of memory standing solid in an empty doorway
By blood and by choice we are haunted by ghosts
Each one comes unbidden from the misty grounds of dreams and silence
Should we run or hide?

Dreams and silence

Dead silence

Dead silence