This cell is empty now,
chains hang and rattle
and the cold wind brings
haunting moans from the past...

Yet here we are once again,
with eyes filled with tears
peering into this cell
and the remains of what once was...

Walls are cold and grey,
dust and grime cover them thick
what once held such beauty
has been lost for good...

Through the lone barred window,
no hope can be seen
against the desolate landscape
against the darkening sky...

The shackles chatter solemnly,
on the ends of their rusty chains
singing songs of sorrow
above the remains of their former guest...

The remains of my heart are there...
laying in a pile of dust
worn down by the years of hope
and the heartache it brings...