Desolation and Depression

Bleak tundra of bones

Dried and destroyed by time

Cured and preserved by a prolonged winter

Of one hundred years

Barely a trace, yet the past emerges from the ice

The dust and the despair

The future and the failure

The face of demise

The realization of hate

Skull session

The wickedness destroyed

Skull session

Fall into the void

Meeting of the minds

In a place where you belong, dead and starring

Into each other’s eyes

Blood surrounds, dried, with flies

Carrion birds circle, your only memorial

Pissed on and forgotten, eyes protrude your skull

Your only memorial

Combing through the artifacts

Of your wretched death

Finding only fragments

Of a fitting end

Bludgeoned and beaten

After decapitation

A desecration act befalls your kind

Your only memorial

Fossilized in failure

Frozen in defeat