Imprints of the last to leave
framed in the window overlooking nightfall.
Broken arches under crumbling towers
and the return of saplings taken root in memory...
There’s noise coming from down the hall
And the walls seem like they’re breathing
A tired routine has brought me to this place
To sit for a while with evil and hear its thoughts...
We descended upon the city of secret lights
With a hunger for the world in our hearts
Chasing the taste of a dream we once had
For a moment passing through catatonia to new sight...
Wrapped in a proclamation to the world
Within anthems called out across the rooftops
A whispered command waits to be discovered
Hidden between the blood-spattered pages...