a funeral farm

Reverbing waves.
In grains of moments measured.

Revealing structures.
You wished you'd forget.

Built before.
You entered this life.

A weather worn shell.
Melded from constant-apathy.
Waiting to die.
Life alive a lie.

Autumn bleeds.

Decaying trees...
Strew from Eden of Atlantis.
A funeral farm, of echo cement woe.

Some kingdom, some putrid hell.

Your're thrown upon its throne
drowned in blackness

with no offering.

Mortally wounded,
alone
grasping the crown.