In a house all alone
Memories faded into the walls
Room after room showing the same image
Darkness, Emptiness, Nothingness
Dust collecting in a future gone
Blood draining from an empty heart
Wandering around through empty halls
Waiting for something, anything, in the peak of bleakness
Pictures hang torn on the ground
Broken glass surrounded by vague memories
Puddles of alcohol swim down the stairs
A trail of tears leads to an empty bed
Surrounded by thriving veins
Waiting for blood to flow again
Waiting for life to fill these walls again
Through your eyes this is useless
Patience is a virtue lost
In your mind miles away
Nothing is real, nothing is useful
Within these walls, Hell has settled
Taking the veins, the alcohol, the blood, the tears, the memories
Silence is the sound of the absence of life
Silence has become me
Me