Under neon haze and fractured light, The engine hums against the night. Windows weep in silent rows, A ghostly hum where no one goes. The walls are stained in emerald glow, Rooms that hold what no one shows. The car, alone, on frozen ground, Where lost souls linger, boundless, bound. A hollow sound, a fading spark, A motel's breath consumed by dark. Familiar roads, yet no one drives — The night remains, but nothing thrives.