(inspired by a member of a site i post at who killed himself and the pictures he left behind in the archive...)

07-20 (justaman)

Lonely yodel echoing through yesterday
Painted irises opened to see
The stilled water of frozen canals
Their monuments made yours
The power of pyramids and empire
A crumbling world digitized
An actor in the architecture
Through the terror of times traveled
Skulls silently staring forward
Alone in the crypt with your future
All the good things men can give
Left at the gates of greatness
To the places that haunt us
And the heights that inspire
With your back to the world
You left it, justaman