It's a ghost city
where the dread of death
stalks the dead.
A corpse gazes
into the mirror
to feign a state of the living.
A brutal past haunts
memory's grave;
Unfinished stories remain forsaken.
A desolate shadow
falls on an unceasing night;
the stillborn day mourns.
Cry of a vanished era
bares a collapsed glory;
Pride falls from grace.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 12:42 PM UTC
It's a ghost city
where the dread of death
stalks the dead.
A corpse gazes
into the mirror
to feign a state of the living.
A brutal past haunts
memory's grave;
Unfinished stories remain forsaken.
A desolate shadow
falls on an unceasing night;
the stillborn day mourns.
Cry of a vanished era
bares a collapsed glory;
Pride falls from grace.