Ashen Halo

ashen halo hanging low above my head

light turns gray, paint the heavens black instead

angels weep smoke, demons whisper what they said

lost between the living and the shadows of the dead

faded eyes trace the cracks in the sky

hollow prayers float away, never reach the high

ghosts circle close, i don’t even ask why

every breath tastes like ash, every tear feels dry

halo made of smoke rings burning in the night

stumbling through the ruins looking for the light

if i touch the flame, will it set my soul right?

or bury me deeper where the sinners reunite

ashen halo hanging low above my head

light turns gray, paint the heavens black instead

angels weep smoke, demons whisper what they said

lost between the living and the shadows of the dead

ashes fall slow, crown made of decay

lift me through the silence, take the weight away

halo never golden, only shades of gray

in the dark i’m holy, in the dark i’ll stay