Rain of Brass Petals Three Voices Edit

I am the first,
a shadow at the end
of the hallway.
I spin the carousell,
the laughter recedes away
my finger on your lips.
I stole something precious.
I am the second.
Alone in a faceless crowd.
A human caught,
in monochrome dreams.
I scream to wake up.
My voice drowns deep underground.
Only the dead can hear me.
See me!
I am the third.
A master.
A sentinel of awakeness.
I hold truth like a torch,
shadows flicker before me,
rapid eye follow the
chain of thought.
Until the silence ends…