In the silence of emptiness, where echoes whisper softly,
A hollow heart beats faintly, seeking solace in the night.
The moonlight paints shadows on walls of solitude,
As stars blink indifferently in the vast, unfeeling sky.

Footsteps trace forgotten paths, wandering without aim,
Through corridors of thought, echoing with silent cries.
Each breath a gentle reminder of all that’s left behind,
In the quiet void where dreams once dared to fly.

Time drifts like autumn leaves in a windless dawn,
Each tick a testament to moments lost, unseen.
The heart yearns for warmth in the cold embrace of nothing,
Longing for whispers of love in the empty breeze.

Yet in this vast expanse, a flicker of hope may rise,
A spark amidst the darkness, a chance to feel alive.
For even in emptiness, a seed of light can bloom,
Turning whispers of despair into songs of newfound grace.