In shadows\' embrace, where silence lays,
\"I\'m dead too,\" a poet\'s soul sways.
Midnight\'s ink spills tales untold,
A requiem penned in whispers cold.
Through the mist of memories past,
A somber melody, love amassed.
\"I\'m dead too,\" a ghostly cry,
In the poet\'s heart, where echoes lie.
In the silence where echoes fade,
\"I\'m dead too,\" a vow unmade.
Yet within these lines, a quiet vow,
To live again, through verses now.