Down the hall,
A clock chymes out-
11:30pm, and still
No one else is home.
The hallways loom,
silent and dark.
No footsteps can
Be heard going
Up the staurway.
The faces in the
Pictures, their
Perfect frames...
They smile with an
Innocence, a
Happiness that has
Been long gone,
Long forgotten.
Upstairs, a lonely
Child sheds a tear
That drips against
The window's glass.
Her tv is running,
But no amount of
Full Metal Alchemist
Can replace the
Way she feels when
Her family is there.
The computer is on,
The people in the
Channel are asking where
She has gone...
They have no idea
Of her loneliness,
How she herself feels
Long gone, long