IRC-Galleria

In this empty chamber, where it's ghosts lie, shedding tears
And sitting next to a fading one around its bleached death bed
As the cold waves overpower this constantly weakening heart
Thou seek reasons to your phantom pain, your silhouette soul

You have no place to keep the pain within
Not even in outlines of your soul
In complete denial and ignorance, depressed
Similar to your hopeless past life

Thou kneel to the wall
In this empty chamber
The wall which you cannot see
This chamber is empty, even with you
There you sit, in the middle
Of these shapes of shadows
Walking past your both sides
Reminding of your meagerness

In your darkest hour, the downfall
Concieving your thoughts of the desperate
Giving a reason to your madness
Reason to disappear

A phantom pain in empty champer
You are the intact, numb and lost limbs of nature