the rotting of...

i crack in places that ache

for the care that neglect has stolen

i scrape the surface of long hidden slabs

of solid weakness attacked by those who seek to destroy

for their own survival.



now that the sun shines in dark places

now that the wind howls across once calm oceans

the strenght of stone crumbles

under the weight of feathers

that fall like reigning queens

at the feet of kings they honour

i crack in places that ache...



prevention is better than cure.

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