the people worked
and worked and worked

to get to the top
but

the king said a word
and so the top

and the people on it
were no more

left to work again
and again and again

The King worked tirelessly
so that he may be kind

The King worked tirelessly
and so he thought he was kind

He worked and worked
for the people he thought

but honestly he'd think
it was for him to be kind

and so he lay on his bed
life ebbing from his head

and thought,
maybe now I am kind

but the people remembered otherwise
thus history said otherwise

and so The King
never existed at all

I look beyond and see
everything unknown to me

from atop this wall
I think of the fall

to where no man, should be
to the land of danger and mystery

I looked at my sword and shield
past to those ominous fields

I was nothing
just my fists and spirit I could bring

a man
a gnat, before the fan

of desire,
turned to fire.

and so I laughed, and there I go
forward past, all I know

we all carry inside of us

our own personal abyss

where things

unspeakable, unimaginable,

-unbearable.

dwell

some go all their lives battling it

some live, never knowing its touch

but most terrifying is the one

who lives in it,

becomes it.

take care not to live life from within it

those who do

speak in tragedy

and act in atrocity

only ruin shall be their legacy.

the statues
that adorned

the great cathedral

the statues
that brought beauty, balance, perfection

to the great cathedral

perfect representations, made with love.

Were cast aside

and left to disrepair,

and now lie rotting

in some forgotten, dusty corner

the great cathedral stood tall however
with nary a bat of the eye
or the pang of conscience.

shame.

I saw the stars

saw the sun

saw the world

and turned my back

to come back

to you

but you're not here anymore

but at least the world is still here

not for me but

at least


the stars do seem dimmer however...