Suicide Hymn V

Lies run the wind,
Like flakes from the sky,
Encompassing screams,
Like a Willow laced with Ives.

Angels sigh,
As the storm grows,
Lying through your teeth,
Your teeth will rot in woe.

Life is a lie,
So is everything we know,
Cut your life short,
Join us down below.

It's all a facade,
The voices will not cease,
What is reality?
Being deceased.