I'm Dead Too

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.