The last of the embers cool in the waking dawn as the silence - TopicsExpress



          

The last of the embers cool in the waking dawn as the silence echoes through the empty roads and the beat of heavy hearts stir the morning air The wasteland smiles, a grin tired and stretched too thin Built on rotting soil the city starts to crack, the foundations perish and crumble Trapped and left wanting, the weary stay hidden behind heavy doors and rusted locks The undeserving cling to chances untaken There is no escape The darkness starts to build I welcome the storm with my fists clenched, the aching seething from my bones I cannot show you. I cannot take you with me The course is already written Moving in harmony, tracers strangle out the light The consumption of every movement greedy and unsatisfied From the wreckage the oil runs Turning the blood of the fallen thick and black Quiet is the pulse of the driven Freedom is not levity, but the untold fight of the knowing A force understood only by those who possess it Dare to look up Dare to breathe To trust the hopeful and stack your spine No need to call to the willing, they are already at your side No need to call them brothers, they already share your fire The crushing allure of pure acceleration Chase it down Chase it down
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 06:58:37 +0000

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