Fex Urbis Lex Orbis

The voice has splintered to a rasp From broken words of waste It cast forth illusions Of a life without mistakes It told the worst tale ever told And spoke of better days The truth be told as I grow old A chronology of decay A piece of mind unhinged

Can you not escape the face? That glowing haunted stare Take the way that's caked with filth A far less travelled path Veils of bygone grief and death To deflect the gaze The sickening sight There is no manner learned From any teacher from any source

Something big and bright Looms outside my window Choked with promise Smother in hope Days plod on like machines of ceaseless ruin Lost in a forest of haunted buildings I'm the feeble crack of light That shines in spite of all I'm held in place by a f