Faint music,
In the distance.
Drawing closer,
To my existence.
A worthless creation,
Cast away.
Returning now,
Revenge at bay.
Velvet curtains,
Silk sheets,
A life of riches,
And luxury.
Compared to these,
Pitiful beings.
Yet no one around,
To so much as see us.
Works of art,
Hung on walls.
Huge rooms,
Lengthened halls.
Crumbling floorboards,
Broken hearts.
We never had anything,
From the start.
