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