A FRAME ADRIFT 'FLESH MOVES, BUT THE SOUL? LONG EXILED, FORGOTTEN IN CORRIDORS THE MIND REFUSES TO ENTER. 🫀🗝

             No Scream, Yet The Silence
             Deafens. The Heart, Entombed
             In Grief Older Than Memory,
             Beats Only Out Of Habit.

"Darkness"

"I once existed, but never truly lived."

   Night is no longer rest, but a crypt cloaked
   in velvet shadow. Rain falls like tears that
   never learned to dry, each drop a requiem
   for what could have been.