Stormclouds in Memento Mori

I’ve got angels on my brain.
A million perfect faces
in a million perfect voices
singing all -
your perfect name.

And they made
a place in Heaven
Alone for dreams of you.
A greener grass
in paradise
for you to wander through.

In greener dreams
I dreamed I dreamed
a name to follow to.

But sirens sound like angels
when they’re singing you to doom.