Rain of brass petals

I am the first
A shadow at the end
Of the hallway
I spin the carousel
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