I am the hush behind closed eyes,
The breath that stalls, the truth that lies.
A shadow stitched with silent screams,
Unraveled seams of broken dreams.
The cold runs deep beneath my skin,
A war I wage, yet never win.
The mirror blurs, I turn away—
A stranger rots where I once stayed.
Each heartbeat rings a hollow sound,
A fading pulse that pulls me down.
No tether left, no hand to hold,
Just ashes where the light grew cold.
My name is dust, my voice is drowned,
Beneath the weight that keeps me bound.
I wear a smile I did not choose,
A mask that grief refused to lose.
Inside, the storm will never cease,
It feeds on every hope and piece.
What once was fire is now decay,
A spark that time has stripped away.
And still I walk through shattered glass,
A ghost that clings to what won’t last.
No dawn will come, no heaven stays—
I bleed in monochrome and haze.
I am the quiet death of light,
The sound that slips beyond the night.
A soul unclaimed, a name unheard,
A silence screaming its last word.
