so high a fool like a bird took flight on the clouds in his head a held coin was the tithe he would pay as he waylaid the realms of the dead aimless without a wing or a prayer deceiving my trajectory out of sight I called…

in a ghetto lost in echo it's all in slo-mo you're out of time

An unexpected twitch in the passing of seconds jolts him awake. The bedside clock gazes at him intently, scanning for evidence that its coded message had been received.

An unexpected twitch in the passing of seconds jolts him awake. The bedside clock gazes at him intently, scanning for evidence that its coded message had been received.

streets are empty phantom skyline it dreams of people missing in time (where did they all go?) --- Track built around these Creative Common 0 samples found on Freesound : 476663__f-r-a-g-i-l-e__vocal-chops-female-with-harmony 565940__bectec__mic…

He looks into a maelstrom of fragmented thoughts and half-remembered faces. The dust claims it all in the end, leaving just incomplete remnants of indecipherable emotion. --- Freesound Sample Used (and it's buried deep, deep in there…