| empire_of_dust | ||
| pSyche |
Here it is. Everything I own under the sun. Look. I hold the fields and the vineyards you work in. Listen, do you hear the birds? I own those too. The workers in the garden are mine, the very house you live in is really owned by me. In essence I rule the world. There is not one item here in this place that has not my name or my mark upon it. But day by day another piece of this great empire dies. As the days pass on, those pieces turn to dust-- until all I am left with is a world of dust, bones and tears. A dead empire unfit for the living. |
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| when darkness falls | a room full of memories, a house frozen in time, everything covered in dust. a calendar's on the wall, showing the page of august 2004... old posters, clothes, records, wires, and cd cases cluttered, some stuffed into dusty shelves, hardwood floors have turned black and the windows are painted shut. i hate this place. | 070815 |