Felt like writing so here I go:

The hallway was empty
accept for the white splattered wall.
The clocks noise
started to annoy me quite so.
There were no lights to be seen
and no windows either.
It was just the dark and me.
Flashes of lights kept entering my head.
Some about you;
some about me.
But the flashes only bring me heartache.
But now you are dead to me
at least that's what I say.
You are some ash from a once known fire,
and no matter how hard I try
to move the ash.
You are still there...
You only you
can put me in this issolated hallway
and so you did.
But only you can help me out.
All I am asking for is a hand.
The empty hallway
is dark
and all I can see is flashes.
And it scares me so.