Footprints in the Dust

This place is loud of a deathlike silence

The air is unbreathable and heavy

Remains of a past life all around

Books and pictures of last witnesses

My eyes are gazing all around

Looking for a shine in the dark

I'm lost in this forgotten place

Frozen in time with memories

I step in this old room that I already saw

Everything is familiar to my mind

I remember, there, was standing something

On the other hand, something else

Marks of life

Now buried and dead

Left behind by mortal hands

Stuck all around there

Traces of past

Remembrances of existence

There are footprints in the dust... and they are mines...