Crypt

A visceral of solemn, a forlorn figure that goes forgotten
Sitting alone in a crypt, looking up at the ceiling with a cerulean-toned shadow on their face
The atmosphere surrounding them is contaminated with saturnine that echoes through their catacomb
Because it  was the calamity of lovelorn that had led them here
And no one warned them that envy can be chartreuse
So they are in a dungeon that their mind imbued