They Come With Dead Eyes

Take to the iron barricade and hold the gate until all the stars have fallen into shadow...

Carried by the Tide

I think it was the waves lapping at the rocks that really drove it home...

Out into the storm she went to soak in the acid rain...

Walking through the halls—a shadow drifting at the edges, the far corners of a mind given way to raving at the night through broken windows...

It was out on the broken glass slopes of mountains that towered as kings over the wild-light desert where I watched the ruby sky turn to ink...