In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly fall,
I wander through the silence, alone within these walls.
The echoes of my footsteps, a rhythm of despair,
They whisper tales of loneliness, in the still and empty air.

The stars above seem distant, cold in their silent gaze,
As I drift through endless corridors, lost in a foggy haze.
The moon, a silent witness, to the tears that never show,
In this world of isolation, where only shadows grow.

Memories like fragile whispers, dance upon the breeze,
They tell of days long vanished, of laughter, love, and peace.
But now the days are hollow, an unending, empty tide,
A sea of silent sorrow, where only I reside.

Yet in this quiet desolation, a spark of hope remains,
A dream of distant voices, breaking through the chains.
For in the heart of darkness, a light can still be found,
And in the depths of loneliness, a soul can still rebound.