03-21-2016, 03:57 AM
https://youtu.be/0Ogro_UtgGg
Blood & Oil
"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"
Prose Writer : Chloé Mclennan
Blood & Oil
"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"
Prose Writer : Chloé Mclennan