
The walls begin to crack, fissures running along
The beams of its back, the pipes of its veins.
It can no longer support the emptiness of its weight,
The void of its rooms, the deafening sound of no one.
("Dusk Is When I Think of You Most")
Reminiscence...

The walls begin to crack, fissures running along
The beams of its back, the pipes of its veins.
It can no longer support the emptiness of its weight,
The void of its rooms, the deafening sound of no one.
("Dusk Is When I Think of You Most")
Reminiscence...