what a beautiful ruined world
if i seal these mortal instruments,
render binairy apertures of flesh unmade
your prescence like a tempestuous fever inside
'neath this mockingly empty starless sky
you are an apparition, and an agony boundless
i am your stalwart sepulchre
so prevail upon me thine anguish
and torment me from within mine own shell
for a thousand moons i have stalked
through a hundred and one nights
a gaunt, dark and wild aberrant
looking for a single star in a chasm of earth
but my memories, shattered into eldritch geometries
will not converge upon themselves, and i know not your face
but my heart knows your heart
so i will brave onwards...
we we're made when this world was made
for a million aeons we watched it's countless civilizations grow and bloom
and inextricably wither
and now, at the end of all time, we wander listlessly as aching wraiths through it's strange and wild precipice
to percieve, in apathy as the unspeakable beauty of mortal art crumble and transmogrify as dust and smoke, is an agony that would shatter the heart of the universe, if infinite darkness had a heart...
the beautiful cities and lights and words and stories
all gone
all turned into ephemeral embers, flickering in vain as they die in a sea of ash
the ash of a thousand burning souls
longing for the warmth of another
and now, they are all gone
no bones remain
but our love is eternal
i have traversed the ruins of an ancient cities
i drifted past the forbidden palace in the east
through Dubai, and a strange drowned metropolis
i looked for you in the deep dark of the dying Moscow
were the fires still fall as rain
and the silence is only abruptly put to rest by the shrieks of mad ravens
i went on to St. Petersburg, i know you loved it so, but i saw no traces of you
i thought i glimpsed a shadow of you through the fog in the remains of London
where are you?
no matter where you are in this ruined world
i will find you