Kyron

In empty halls, I wander wide,
A solitary figure, lost inside,
The city's noise, a distant hum,
A reminder of the life I've yet to become.

The shadows dance upon the wall,
A lonely waltz, with no one to call,
My heart beats slow, my soul feels old,
In this vast space, I'm left to grow cold.

The darkness whispers secrets in my ear,
Of memories and love that's hard to hear,
I search for comfort, a gentle hand,
But find only silence, in this lonely land.