Abandon

Abandon... The wind whispers through hollow streets, a voice of sorrow, a breath of loss, ghosts of footsteps long since crossed. Abandon... Walls crumble, forgotten and worn, echoing laughter that once rang bright, now devoured by endless night. Abandon... Shadows stretch with hungry hands, claiming all that lingers still, devouring warmth, devouring will. Abandon... The silence hums a mournful tune, soft as dust upon the air, a requiem for those who are not there. Abandon... Cold fingers trace your skin, a presence felt but never seen, a whisper lost in what has been.