Architect of Death's Collapse
by Mike Pollock
yea, you said it huh?
Right before you tore me from my seat
and set me on this winding path
...I've noticed how it narrows
have you lead me to redemption?
Or will these be my last steps?
Only time will tell
for you are tight lipped
aside from orders barked from years before.
"Move."
"Don't look back!"
I've come to loathe the sound of your voice
One once so tender it made skies smile too.
Now my world grows dark with every forboading word.
Too cold and bare to support life
your breath is a disease that consumes all life.
Let me go, these last few miles alone please.
I need only my own failing heart
to remind me of my misery.
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