From prince to pauper

 

In a bleeding wasteland, the lost lives of of once green edifaces . now stand derelict...only rattling frames remain.

with bleached face and souless shell, walking on memories of the living death ive endured...

the fallen city calls to me....to take my throne as its parasitic benefactor...

i have no empathy but apathy, as i peer through broken windows and drift into a mindstate, that could only be despondency...a shattered kingdom awaits me

can you remeber what love feels like?...it cant be this numbness, this emotional desert, filled with black smoke and red sand...just remind me once more...tell me the stories you used to share and the secrets you bled into my mouth...

my love, how youve decayed with me...pray bury thine self next to me...so that we may rot forever and leave not a trace of our shadows....