Crumbling artifacts of past,
Joy never found again.
In the absence of this sun,
Portraying charcoal scars
In artificial cascades of ebony,
An exhausted perspective
Over hearts and flesh and mind.
Forever deceptive in their
Meaningless wanderlust,
Restless atrophy of emotions
And so, illusions are born.
Ethereal Mist,
Shaped as a Crown
Devoid of Jewels.
Spirals of gray
Entwining in chromatic masks,
Circling subconsciously.