Ghostly whispers, someone calls.
Shadows dance upon the walls,
The moon hides behind a dark shroud,
An omen of doom that speaks loud.
Darkness dance on ancients stone,
A place where spirits call their own.
The air grows still, a feeling strange,
As spirits rise, their realm to range.
Yet still we strive,
With desperate breathe,
For a glimer of life,
before our death.
Amidst the chaos,
And endless noise,
We search for solace,
In our own voice.
The world may be harsh,
And unforgiving,
But we keep our march,
To keep on living.
In the face of fear,
And uncertain times,
We hold our dear,
To keep our hope alive.
Amidst the crowds that fill the streets,
Loneliness creeps with silent feet,
In cities vast, where millions dwell,
Isolation still can weave its spell.
In crowds we walk with hearts of stone,
Each one of us, forever alone.
Our souls are lost, our spirits drained,
In a world where emptiness reigns.
Yet still we strive,
With desperate breathe,
For a glimmer of life,
before our death.
We're increasingly numerous,
But i've never felt so alone,
The throngs swarm around,
In a sea of faces, I am but a wave.
Yet still we strive,
Before our final breath.
Shadows dance on walls of stone.
Whispers echo, chilling bone.
Moonlight casts a spectral glow,
Darkness reigns, the dead below.
Amidst the million, i am but a shell,
Invisible, lost in this hell.
My cries for help are drowned in the roar,
Of the uncaring masses.
In this world of numbers,
I'm just a faceless entity.
The darkness within me grows each day.
As the light of hope slowly, fade away.
The weight, of isolation bears me down,
crushing my spirit, without a sound,
I'm trapped in cage of my own design,
As the world around me slowly declines.
In the depths of despair, i search for a light.
A glimmer of hope to guide me through the night,
But the darkness grows.
I've never felt so alone,
In a sea of faces, with no place to call home.
I've never felt so alone.
In a sea of faces, with no place to call home.