Echoes of an Unseen Soul
The night descends in silence, deep and cold,
And kills the light with shadows born of fear.
I sit alone—some presence haunts my room,
It makes me scream in moments carved from dread.
Where can I speak? Where can I place my voice?
My words dissolve before they meet the world,
Forgotten at the edge of trembling lips.
A mystery cloaks my soul from every eye—
None know the storm that brews inside my chest.
My eyes, once bright, now drain of every hue,
And in the dark I wander, seeking me.
The silence whispers back in twisted tongue—
And still I ask: where can my words take flight?
They study me like ruins, yet they fail
To see the depth of shadows in my bones.
A demon speaks, its voice both near and strange,
It answers life with riddles none can bear.