Empire Down Ii

In my empire of dust… I sit on a throne built of ruined, rust I sit, n think about what has been lost why do images come and linger, ghosts in the aftermath of emotions holocaust why do thoughts come undone dark, like shadows marching as one to haunt & taunt my vison-scapes as I watch my images aline like cruciform’s upon my edifice, That singular rock; Golgotha my eternal scorn my dogma in my empires of lust my empire down wrapped in thorns of rust. I cry empire down I dig into the dust. my empire turning to dust…