Falling Emperor

crawling  dark shadows
with thorny edges
 and smoldering breath

       I can't tell,
 what those cells are doing
 are they having a bonfire,
 fueling it out of my dried ribs?

        I can't tell,
 if I'm falling apart.
 or my parts are fusing
 into one rotten mass

 Should I be sad?
 or shall I surrender?
 to whatever wickedness those     
  invading shadows are plotting,

  I
 feel
like a
Falling emperor.

can see  glory,  can taste fury but,
the kingdom has given up on him.
does all ends feel the same,
 taste the same?

 Then,  
  Why is this end seems bitter,
   and the tunnel hold no light.

Is my guardian angel sleeping?
while I shed the last orphan tear,
What kind of dreams is he having?
while nightmares are nailing horror in my eyelid.