The outcome you feared
The liquidity of choice
Another of your kingdoms
Sat under rattling bones
Soaking transmission
Coming from the mountains
Give what light is left
To slightly fill the fountains
Dried up by everything
Made clear by those who explore
That it's really not worth it
To stick around and implore
Life here has no beginning
Life here has no end
Just those vocal chords singing:
"There's only sand.
There's only sand.
There's only sand."
Pick your visits proudly
But don't you dare turn cowardly
Accept your faith lightly
Then you won't wither so loudly
These ghosts are neccessary
You wouldn't want them anywhere
Outside your mind chanting:
"There's no point, is there?
There's no point, is there?
There's no point, is there?"
Forced as the walls of past
Built upon foundations of dread
Antennas reaching for air
To at least entertain the dead
This one is up to interpretation, but my concept was a deep, dark purgatory like town one enters when one is depressed or loses meaning. Everyone enters this place at least once in their life and there are those, who stay indefinitely.
