Thread:Zapty/@comment-28710279-20150930053603

By Anon RIP Hannah

Dust gathers among the lonely intersections of crumbling walls Exposed and whistling pipes steadily rust, protruding from howling halls Thick concrete slab and supports bound to bedrock cling to stability Machines forged to last lifetimes begin to lose all ability Screams of an abandoned habitat’s last decaying breaths travel swift Forcing grim reminder through collapse of importance and life once lived Ghosts that linger of a metropolitan habitat roam the rooms Faded lights and absence of heat survive along with forgotten fumes Broken memories serve as harbinger of past recollection of life These boards once walked on and lived between now rot in disappointing strife The spirit of purpose and necessity replaced by infinite void Use for the crumbling structure is a concept that has been since destroyed The flesh and bones of the dwellers have returned to the Earth as carbon With no souls to nurture space, the hollow foundry darkens Paint chips and flakes as wallpaper peels, revealing infrastructure’s state Overrun and infected with moss and fungi, creatures infiltrate Wood once harboring breath now cracks and splinters, snapping with stress and weight Wires split, untether, spark, and fray, hanging from sockets lay ornate Echoes of water trickle through ducts unhinging from ultimate roots Malfunctioning, crumbling chimney shifts apart, now only pollutes

Ceiling caves downward adhering to gravity, close to collapse Posters and flags previously hung left in nothing more than old scraps Mirrors shattered reflect only waste of the shell that seldom rests No longer capable of providing residents comforting nest Suddenly, realization, revelation, reconciliation New blood wholeheartedly gives forth total unforeseen aberration Rodents, termites, mosses, ivies, all surround the dwelling, preparing Nature grips strong, steady, begins it’s needed newfound repairing Bird’s nests, cobwebs, rat holes, burrows, all take their place safely in cage Life revives in the building, despite the limitations set by age Time passes as the abandoned house becomes a home to the creatures Creative use is appointed to the husk’s great radiant features Nature leans it’s soft lips to breathe life back into the old deserted Every intricate detail that once sat lonely has been converted The house once lived in and loved never truly stopped giving back spirit It’s essence shifted from decay to nurturing to those near it Just as man and all it’s creations meet a destiny of decay This faded structure would soon turn to dust until it rotted away But this creation was fortunate to accomplish uncommon goals: To instill hope and vanquish sorrow in countless unrested souls. 