He woke up every night
Bringing all his might to life,
Although the memory that scarred him
Never left the empty hallways,
Breaking every window that brought in light.


Nothing would overcome,
His soul that turned numb.
No more laughter, no more tears
Only still emptiness that now filled his miseries.


His face turned pale
And his body would crave,
Tortures of silence and blank spaces
Even though his soul ached to end the nuisance.