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…
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