Empire Of The Senseless

Once upon a time I took control of every moment, which was mine, and built a castle in the sky. But every time that I awoke, I had to come back down. So I strung a rope of hope and predicted my destiny by speaking it aloud. I pulled with all of my might! It didn’t matter how long it’d take. For time was all mine. I was becoming all the time that was stolen. Minute by minute, night after tear stained night, I screamed bloody murder; I demanded my truth from me. Now when I open my eyes, the castle has materialized and the earth is all mine to adore. Blood is everywhere. Every river runs red; every atom of the forest floor is sticking to the bottom of my feet. The people are screaming for salvation, but there’s nothing I can do but weep. They don’t want to witness the end with me. They don’t want to admit defeat. They refuse to sacrifice anything. Clutching their precious metal and dust with vengeful fists, they lose the very air they breathe. They are unfamiliar with this breath. They will feel nothing. I sit o