desolute, broken
a hollow kernal,
my insides bleeding away
trapped by the past,
clinging on to glories, which like the byzantium empire, lie desolate and forgetten
like a caged beast,
beyond the initial savagery in its eyes
subsists a crushed spirit
oh, woe to those who are left behind
to the forgotten warriors
Valhalla's rejects
serendipity
to be the victorious dead
survivors are the ones who live haunted lives,
negotiating with ghosts from a distant time
maybe one day i will catch up with the times
or maybe it may catch up with me
until then
i guess this murky existance will have to continue
this insipid monochrome will continue to dye my vision
save me
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