Empty Walls of a Once Filled Life

In the choas we new order in nights we new the emptyness of a once filled apartment. The laughter ,The seldom thought voice in a queit storm. Bare now are the walls I cant recall. Like a ghost that huants us in a dream it's faded into just another day of a endless moment's. And in anothers hands maybe you'll grow like vision. Instead of reamaning as my soul and cold dead earth. Maybe it's a scene none can recall. Or maybe there just to scared to see themselves in failures grasp. Maybe I should have never closed that door. Light chases life into the corners of my empty room Bare as my words some doors should never be opened again.