A voiceless chamber
With snow.
No want to scream.
No people. No crows.
I have my eyes closed.
These ancient bricks are plastered white
With cheap, dusty paint.
The ceilings are high - The passages, wide
The glory has me dazed.
But the water is frozen now
There are no butterflies.
The gale is very cold
And no dainty gold
Hangs on my piece of sky.
I am alone.
Haunt me.
Disclaimer = I'm not exactly 'aloone'. It's just that I am beginning to hate two-faced nerds. The rest is fine.
