"Isolation sometimes cradles the echoes of existence, revealing the beauty in what has been left behind."
Shadows stretch like fingers along the vacant walls
Water glimmers softly where silence endlessly falls
Wires dangle low like thoughts yet unspoken
Cell doors creak gently with memories unbroken
Chill fills the air where echoes softly collide
Abandonment breathes in this desolate tide
Fragments linger here in a dance with the past
Unraveling stories of moments that last