Heavy steps, noisy, heavy steps

Creepy, dark hallways

Still and quiet

Only those heavy steps could be heard.

In those dim hallways

Depressing and nostalgic paintings

Can be seen

Pure white walls contrast

The dark paintings

Full of misery and regret

Those paintings

Express so many emotions


Full of cynicism and despair.

Those depressing hallways

Fill me with happiness

To find someone who might understand

Who might pull me out of my misery

I will not be fooled

I will not be blinded.

That is just wishful thinking,

It is impossible.

If it is true

I should have found myself

Out of these hallways

But I can see no end

My whole life,

I've been walking through these hallways

Is there even an end?