All will remain
the trees
the whispers
and the laughter
Along our rotten steps
we all breath and choke
All remains
the piercing screams
the knocking and gnaving
and their laughter
and our open, dead mouths.
Always watchful
always there
monuments with tears
forever engraved
and our heart beats, our king
can’t you see, or your madness took you
into the dark slumber?
All is gone
all is dead
your dreaming remains
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