In the quiet hours, when the world is still,and shadows stretch across the room…
In the tempest of our shattered dreams,
In the beginning, just a whisper,A shadow lurking at the edge of thought,Barely…
In the theater of life, we enact our roles,Stage set with crumbling pillars,Echoes of applause…
I am the first to be surprisedat the stupendous fall of objects on my head,and this is not saying much…
Amidst the misty realm,Whispers of ethereal realms,Uncharted dreams and shifting sands,Echoes of forgotten…
In the dead of night, shadows creep across the walls, whispering secrets that chill the marrow.
In a world of straight lines and narrow paths,I walk the crooked road,where colours blend and twist…
