I trace the shadows you cast upon my wall
With thick black markers
Sanctified in memory and lost stale airs
Living in the unwashed dreams
Of the closest vacancy you can find
Even now, in this hollowed place
Where I am left to my memories.

The sounds echo down corridors
To rotted entry ways and fruitless ends
In the maze silence creates...
Silk drapes that were your bedsheets
find their place
Windsoaked in remembrance.

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