I like living in the ruins
There used to be life here
The halls are familiar

While the walls are scarred
The foliage consuming once vibrant and buzzing spaces
The light shining through the cracks
Dimly floating in
To touch remnants of what was is hauntingly beautiful

I like living in the ruins
There used to be life here
And the world outside is foreign

It is loud, crowded, lonely
The time goes by and everything, everyone changes
I remain a stranger
A Neanderthal whose senses are overloaded
Unable to handle the noise

I like living in the ruins
There used to be life here
While its absences breaks my heart
Solitude is a comfort