these halls feel empty without your warmth
the blood pulses through each corridor endlessly everyday forever and ever until the soul gives up. in out round round round up down
these radiators just whine and the paint cracks off slowly, curling and falling, showing the rust hidden beneath the skin. the ceilings sink downwards as the heart slows it's beating and the rhythm is lost forever. the windows grow dim and the light stops beaming through to the core like it used to
what's the point anymore? why doesn't the blood just stop and give up now
there is no point anymore, just stop this madness before i lose my mind completely
