Peripatetic - Room 25

That room feels hollow like a cell.
Your shadows linger, but I can't tell.
Is it now or just a trick of the mind?
That my hands tremble on the underfly.
Burning lights, fading lights.
Like I'm falling into the night.
Fading lights, fading lights.
Running away in a deadly fight.
And my feels crack, I know it's over here.
I try to fix them, but it's too late.