Found a bottle on the beach The message inside wasn’t complete For the time had worn the paper thin “My reflections not… what it used to be…. I’m broken down,….. somewhat fallen out with the fantasy”
Drank the ink up of the paper Till the words spilled down my chin From my lips They dripped on to my hands into my skin Felt the rush as the letters tumbled on and on through my veins To my heart And on into my brain
Found a bottle on the beach The message inside wasn’t complete For the time had worn the paper thin “My reflections not,…. what it used to be…. I’m broken down,…. somewhat fallen out with the fantasy”
The serifs tore at my synapses Till I finally let them in Ancient scripts A war torn city on the brink On the waters edge I faltered Then the waves crashed overhead And in the undertow my journey began
As the days fly by The hours stand still The hands of the clock move in for the kill As the days fly by The hours stand still From these broken feathers, we’ll make our wings
Found a bottle on the beach The message inside wasn’t complete For the time had worn the paper thin “My reflections not,….what it used to be….. I’m broken down,…. somewhat fallen out with the fantasy”…..