From darkness to light,
through a maze of buildings.
Velvet clouds hang like an autumn mist,
warnings slacken over time,
trailing along uneven ground.
through a maze of buildings.
Velvet clouds hang like an autumn mist,
warnings slacken over time,
trailing along uneven ground.
White coats move back and forth,
gliding between pristine machines,
while paint thins on splintered wood,
and branches swarm above.
Like a growth consuming the structure.
gliding between pristine machines,
while paint thins on splintered wood,
and branches swarm above.
Like a growth consuming the structure.
Golden stone rises up,
and the damp ground glistens.
The rumble of distant trolleys,
passing over broken tarmac,
to the cool light within.
and the damp ground glistens.
The rumble of distant trolleys,
passing over broken tarmac,
to the cool light within.
Leaves gently rustle,
a bench glimmers,
although hovering below the hazy sky.
A dead tree stands like a tangle of wires,
and the weeds rise through the paving.
a bench glimmers,
although hovering below the hazy sky.
A dead tree stands like a tangle of wires,
and the weeds rise through the paving.
Time slowly passes,
stars break across glowing clouds.
Gusts flow through angle after angle,
scattering furniture,
discarded until another day.
stars break across glowing clouds.
Gusts flow through angle after angle,
scattering furniture,
discarded until another day.
Silently waiting,
black shadows underfoot,
branches sway in the winter breeze,
reaching towards ghiostly figures,
in the distant light.
black shadows underfoot,
branches sway in the winter breeze,
reaching towards ghiostly figures,
in the distant light.
From darkened paths of gravel and mud,
Under a canopy of twisted branches,
a muffled scream rises from behind.
Then nothing.
And I rise towards the light.
Under a canopy of twisted branches,
a muffled scream rises from behind.
Then nothing.
And I rise towards the light.
A hidden gateway,
leads to a deserted wasteland.
Distant lights flicker,
and a security guards passes aimlessly by.
A door hangs loosely on its hinges.
leads to a deserted wasteland.
Distant lights flicker,
and a security guards passes aimlessly by.
A door hangs loosely on its hinges.
Fox cubs play in the shadows,
and dance between hanging branches,
stopping to stare at unfamiliar sounds,
darting to their mother,
who searches through a pile of waste.
and dance between hanging branches,
stopping to stare at unfamiliar sounds,
darting to their mother,
who searches through a pile of waste.
Surrounded by illuminated trees,
and thick grass left to thrive.
Weathered brick surrounds tired awnings,
like a deserted resort crumbling with time.
A single light left on.
and thick grass left to thrive.
Weathered brick surrounds tired awnings,
like a deserted resort crumbling with time.
A single light left on.
