Innocence shed in the bleak realization Of a night without end
Melancholy fills Depths of my soul, hollow shell Emptiness abounds
To strike that ever elusive ember Into existence once again Wrenching me from all-consuming melancholy, Let this hollow spark of mine burn free
An island, crafted from Broken memories and Bittersweet dreams, Lone sanctuary for those Stumbling in the dim darkness
Staring in the mirror, Sunken eyes, hollow smile. Gazing ahead, Only a ghost looks back.