Faltered steps still echo.
Yet dead hopes linger.
Bloody walls trace the somber slain feelings.
Whispers of rue rove, with only the creaky floors of hollow promises to keep company.
Inked ceilings screech names, deepening the wounds, the never healing wounds.
Locked up for eternity with only her memories for her
Even though she has the key.
She cannot flee.
For she doesn't know how to wield it.