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In hollow halls where echoes crawl,

I hear the whispers of the dead,

Their voices seep through broken walls,

And wrap like frost around my head.

The moon bleeds pale into the rain,

Its silver light a sterile blade

Here silence blooms like rotting flowers,

Its roots entangle every bone,

The sky forgets the wasted hours,

And I remain forever alone.

The clocks have drowned in shadow’s tide,

Each tick devoured by the night,

My heart beats slow a thing denied

The warmth of fire, the breath of light.

I sink beneath the weight of soundless years,

Where memories decay, stripped bare of form

Here silence blooms like rotting flowers,

Its roots entangle every bone,

The sky forgets the wasted hours,

And I remain forever alone.