Remnants of suffering are left in dark rooms;
Only silence fills the void.
Everything remains untouched, and as it was before.
Tortured faces in picture frames blankly stare.
Writings of love, agony, and introspection
Remnants of suffering are left in dark rooms;
Only silence fills the void.
Everything remains untouched, and as it was before.
Tortured faces in picture frames blankly stare.
