Between empty spaces

and while the fog rolled upon the moors of discontent… she half-smiled from her dimly lit corner reliving ecstasy's memories, again. he felt hollow, somehow stripped bare beneath the elements of this dismal dwelling, drowning in shades of sepia. it was all coming undone, words not spoken, echoing forever between the halls of empty spaces among quiet murmurs rising, a murderer's heart too heavy was this burden that weighed upon his soul, dreams once so anticipated, so eagerly held against that soft glimmer of hope so long ago, now turned to dust and scattered with the winds he wondered, at that moment if maybe salvation, his answer lay beyond these sad, empty spaces…