• Empty corridors and dieing songs of heavenly wings have long past.
    Many rooms all empty, many halls glow with neutral light.
    No emotion, no feelings, just careful observations.
    Slight chilly breeze, green and sun light, but still empty.
    Its still just an empty place where many had once lived.
    Now its empty and only the remnants of the past residents keep my company,
    but still remind me the place is empty.
    A knowing feeling that you are alone but accept it,
    hoping that one day you will not be alone in this empty place.
    Strangely calming, but knowingly sad
    is this place.
    Yet here I am
    And here I refuse to leave.