Altered - Lost In My Head

The Desolation

In a realm where shadows twist and breathe,
A forsaken city stands beneath.
Towers of bone and sinew rise,
Piercing through the ashen skies.

Mechanical whispers fill the air,
Echoes of a long-lost despair.
Grotesque figures wander, lost,
In this land of perpetual frost.

The sky, a canvas of dread and doom,
Painted with the eternal gloom.
Here, no light or hope can stay,
Only darkness leads the way.

Fear is a constant, unyielding and stark,
In this world of endless dark.
A desolate, eerie, silent tomb,
Where nightmares forever bloom.