Lycia The Remnants And The Ruins
looked straight from afar then stared at the ground the blood in the veins trips the heart and the days not long ago it seemed promising, but it's changed now it's all passed but the ghosts and the laughs and the remnants of this all dismissed by the lack of an honest reply the truth rips it bare and exposes, denies what little there was became faded and bound the rains from the heavens never reached... the brittle ground crawl back home and smile again smile like a madman look in here and fear again afraid of these ruins at the end of the long, dark room he sits alone and envisions the distant ruins he smiles and hides his face he's king again