The ghost-town within the soul,
eclipses of both sun and moon-
swallowed by hell's dark whole,
with all that's living consumed.

There is no feeling within the void,
the heart once broken now gone -
demons no longer sly and coy,
now openly play their song.

Empty rooms should induce a tear,
echoes of memories a cry,
but there is no feeling, no not here -
it left with no goodbye.

Just a graveyard in this town -
the demons are the one that stole
every feeling - good or bad -
in this ghost-town within the soul.