Permanent days unmoving

Lies there are those of us who will embrace lies and yet if it comforts us we will do what lies do... When I confess
there is no truth demons remain sleepless inlove with blood starved souls forgotten without sounds... Between birth
and death lies will whisper deepest disintegration before the living. Lies fashioned with the images of angelic faces. IT
grows into a stillness and we will responde lies can I speak of deepest deaths unseen... Pearl teardrops will fall from
the faces of undeserved suffering... Forcing permanent days unmoving...