A collection of scents
Jars stacked high with strange contents
Cursive, faded labels
Weird shapes within
Shattered shards of glass
Reflections
Flickering in the low light

A library of memories
Books that are falling apart
Coverd in dust
Unreadeable words
In a forgotten language

A catalouge of emotions
Almost forgotten
Remnants that are trapped here
Echoing in empty halls unwandered are
The steps you leave behind
Are the only signs of life
In here
There's nothing left for you to find