Your hand print in the dust is all that’s left,

these hollow walls, these empty corridors,

They’re still screaming your name,

singing your every breath.

My own ignorance created my solitude

this peace, this tranquillity,

its making my mind stagnant

Drowning in this sea of nostalgia,

the cacophony of a million lost thoughts

They echo through these halls

not a single forgotten memory

not a single sentiment falls.

the ash has settled and a grey haze paints

the canvass that is wrapped around this labyrinth

every road running to the same bitter end

every picture, every portrait the same

their faces and their features are long past,

falling through these empty hallways

I try to retrace our steps

I run my fingers across the cracks

tracing the broken walls

finding the hand print amongst the dust.

Drowning in this sea of nostalgia,

the cacophony of a million lost thoughts

They echo through these halls

not a single forgotten memory

not a single sentiment falls.

by your apathy I have come undone,

staring in the face of the black mirror

a silhouette screams back

flying on the wings of faith our world is one

but in sober skies I fall to lie in the face of reality

I still breathe for you,

do you even dream of me?