Bridges Byrne

Desolate Soil by Bridges Byrne

Palm Reader by Bridges Byrne

Scavenger Hunt by Bridges Byrne

The Dying Mind by Bridges Byrne

Prelude To Devil's Night by Bridges Byrne

Cobra [Serenity Mix] by Bridges Byrne

Concrete Jungle by Bridges Byrne

Identity Rendered by Bridges Byrne

Kill Them All by Bridges Byrne

Dim Lights by Bridges Byrne

Love Triangle [Side Story Mix] by Bridges Byrne

Please Hold by Bridges Byrne

You Were Always A Wolf ... A loner

... sea foam soaks over the rocks... ... waves crash into stone... ... erosion has taken this mountain... ... a lighthouse placed over a throne...

sand upon sand grains of time sifting through scattering tiny pebbles little rocks they will last forever we shall not

... the glass corridors house many children... ... harvested from the forsaken, the cursed, the damned... ... there are no blessings within these walls... ... only the science of immortality... ... follow me...

and you open the door and you step inside we're inside our hearts

fossils...

tonight the age of man comes to an end

Life is just a journey that ends... No journey is forever... Unless it is a journey filled with nothing...

imagine yourself as someone who you wouldn't want to know

The reality of his days seemed to just escalate into the disbelief of his nights. Nothing was truly real anymore unless he was under. He sank down into the abyss of his mind... The water just fine.

Everything is incomplete If it were destined for you It would be born with you

slipping through the trees on foot bloody tracks just missed the heart breath escaping

the wind blew and with it came the ashes of what had been known as life

slipping down the wet slopes the snow dripping from tree branches leafless windy dark where do we go? we follow

... the building blocks of our existence have been moved, misplaced, and generally messed about... insert coin now

the embrace was cold like marble like a winter's night that unfolded with despair there were no memories or glimpses of the future everything just went on not as it always did but as it always would

A glass half-full of water sits upon a counter top. A drop of blood falls into the clear liquid, saturates, and is followed by several other drops of blood until the glass is overflowing. A razor blade falls into the glass, the blade hits the bottom of the glass, an echo rings out. A sliver of the moon shines bright, alone in the dark sky.

It slips off the tip of your tongue before flying over the top of your head. You stare into the mirror not knowing who she was. Not exactly. What did she smell like? Taste like? Feel like? How did she sound? What music did her voice provoke?

No brain. No pain. Think about it.