Empire I
In my empire of dust
I sit on a throne built
of ruination and lost lust
I sit and think
what has been seen
what will be
what was lost
What has been tossed
to the side like carcasses
Why do images come in linger
White as ghosts in the aftermath
The emotions of my holocaust
Why does everything start to come undone
dark like shadows marching as one
To haunt a town by visions as I must watch
White images in lines like cruciforms
upon my edifice
My signature scorn
I see you were born in my empires of us
wrapped in thorns of rust
I sit in my empire of dust
I wonder what has been Lost
tossed aside like carcasses
In my empire of dust
I sit on a throne built
of ruination and lost lust
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