the grey takes over and all of those warm, comfortable memories of the lonely, empty wastes,
the city with no name, and my palace appear.
the kings are here. we merge and become the ruler of this place. i have no voice here, i am
the background noise, the winds rappings and screams, the crowds chorus.
no wars to wage in this world, only the two outside in the dust. the engine that keeps the
endless horizon growing. i let them wear their blood thin.
the carpet beneath my feet collapses into pits of bone and dust. i look down and the familiar horns and
scratches appear on my skin. i double over as the vision brings back lapses of physical
muscle memories -- the laughing, the confusion, the horror, the sheer ecstatic joy as these
overwhelming emotions emerge.
we all want to sing together, the three. crawling up the walls! we scratch them, we punch the
concrete behind the sheets of endless roars and skulls - the pain is fantastic.
the cockroaches creep out of the shadows to join us
i pace around my throne as the hours tick by and the darkest shadows stretch along
this place is where i feel most like myself. i am honest here.