Picture yourself, in a gloomy,
black and white ruins
Spirits surround you,
but you don't fear them

You're walking,
admiring the emptiness
But it barely moves you
Because you dried inside

It's strange, you think
There's beauty even here
It's not condescension
It's the cold stone cracking

Finally, you're free,
This place is no more
It was hard, but now it's past
Just a memory in your wall