Misconception: The Silhouette Of Dying Dreams

like a spider web im caught in. my life has become more than what i have expected. black and blue souls fall all around me. all these whispers in the night fog our streets up. clouded by design their falling all the way down. revive my heart to build something new. no more collapsing shadows. bodies fall like timber, like buildings in a burning city. but nothing here is rotting, never rotting away. all power on earth does not exist except the power of ones mind. but the whispers were just warning signs in which we chose to ignore. now all burning buildings cast shadows and no light comes this way. panic grips this cities nerve and all souls that are black and blue turn white. formed to stop this graveyard from happening. mankind forges their souls together to form a light of peace. and every single angel saves us, and God is recognized. but still to ignorant too believe.