The weather outside seems beautiful,
Clear night sky, cold night breeze ,
Everything seems great but something awful,
Its what inside that is hard to please.

Death have never been so inviting.

It has been abandoned
Empty,
Left to exist
A void,

This "walls" that im building serves no purpose,
walls that are made without anything to protect .
But why do i continue on this pointless ambition .
Walls protecting nothing at all forms shadows with no room to escape.
Now this "walls" attain a purpose , protecting the shadows that it made.
Layers are getting thick and soon nothing can break this .

The words that you never get to hear , are the words that hunts you forever.