"We, are all hollow,
in these hallowed grounds.
Searching, for meaning,
yet to be found.
How, can one see,
in this darkness profound?
How, can one hear?
When there is no sound?
Its, cold tendrils,
have me gagged
and bound.
The aria, of sorrow,
clotted my obscured cloud.
Then, when would,
dawn break?
If no one's around?
I jest, let's respite,
'til the skies,
hurtle down."