Etched into driftwood and cast away, messages to some future soul seeking a glimmer of truth...
Driftwood
Tag: message
Wind in Tall Grass
To the millions who have come before ghosts now sleeping under waning moonlight the stars have given a simple message...
Fragments
Out of all these fragments a message comes, the decayed whispering a constant warning...
The Same Song
If the message were clear then everyone would understand it, and we wouldn’t have to sit here listening to the same song over and over...
Neon Lies
It can’t be more than a façade, a smokescreen placed over eyes searching for a way to stop the blood flowing...
Smoke Signals
Nights the walls come alive and wonder at the hand pressed against them, searching for a pulse inside...
Two Magi
Together carving scars into the riverbank to outlive the wind and rain...
Careless Gods
Walk with me into this wretched place to sift through refuse left behind by careless gods heaped upon the altars we built to them and strewn over the halls of their cathedrals...
Waiting at the Edge
In the hollow place a desert gathered and scores of the weary gazed across the sand to the far side secrets of the horizon...
A Message Between Lovers
How full of fear are the streets tonight How heavy the air with the smell of it And still over it all flies a message between lovers Come and meet me at the death of day...
The Breath in Your Lungs
Timeless is the message on the airwaves We listen unceasing to the simple words That leave the air shimmering And lights in our eyes, a faint glow of red Or maybe they’re just bloodshot...
The Nature of Explosives
Torment until the light of this world goes out The message scratched into the head of a nail Drive it in, pull it out, repeat the process Until our skin is like a minefield after war...
A Proclamation
Wrapped in a proclamation to the world Within anthems called out across the rooftops A whispered command waits to be discovered Hidden between the blood-spattered pages...
Send Out Your Thousands
Send out your thousands to tear the world apart Bring down fire from above and blur the front lines Erased as they’re drawn in shifting sands So that tomorrow might seem different from today
Townsend Lane
At the end of the topmost branch our precipice awaits Swaying with the music of the wind These clouds passing by would surely catch us Already we have lain among them and watched the world.
