by al

It stands before me, towering and dominant over all else within its realm. Echoes play amongst the concrete and marble walls, whispering a distant memory if one were to listen carefully…

It stands tall with animosity and even the sky seems to cower away. Only darkness touches its cold and empty form; the light stays away and casts only shadows.

Show them the way along its dead entrails, twisting and winding to the dark room that lies deep within- you can’t miss it, it reeks of surrealistic and dying hope. The dark room calls to many, hoping to share its pain and misery.

Watch your step, many have fallen here, fallen into that which they do not perceive, that which understands all but has compassion for none…

Call their names, those who have fallen before you hear only your voice among the tainted calls of the dead and those who wish they were. Bring them out while time stands still and the eyes of those who watch are black with despair.

Lead, do not follow, those who smile too often and frown at every passing chance, close your eyes and see the clearest path of the mind; for it is true…

Leave with eyes behind you for it is the way they may come as they surely will miss you……..

                                   

 

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