Startled by our fate.
Trembling out of time.
There is no vision:
Smoke blows for miles.
You can smell the burning,
The burning, the burning
Across the sea,
Way out in space.
Gasping through the
Blazing darkness.
Charging down
A burning road.
Strewn reality:
Hypnotic debris,
Pulsating embers,
Hills of shining tile.
You can smell the burning,
The burning, the burning
In your dreams,
On your hands.
Gasping through the
Blazing darkness
Charging down
A burning road
Woke up in the night,
To a vicious calm.
Vain indifference
Marches to our pyre.
Muffled haze and ochre skies.
Stagnant breeze and stingin' eyes.
The tension in a burlap throat,
The nagging weight of no escape.
Charred remains of memory,
The future drifts in falling ash.
