In the shadows
Where the hollow heart thrives
Bereft of all sorts
It's beat stutters
Pausing a mantra of a thousand voices
One persists to thrive inside the near dead sanctuary of love
Raising spirits and trampling pain
Then with reality's harsh blow
Vertigo takes it's course throughout the soul
And vanquishes all hope for survival
Leaving nothing, but a hollow in the heart of the damned
