Reflections

The walls are breathing, alive with minds Whispering secrets of all kinds The shadows dance in twisted ways Leading me astray, in a haze

My reflection, a stranger's stare A fractured mind, beyond repair The whispers grow, a haunting hum Revealing worlds where nightmares come

I follow the chaos, lost in the dark Where sanity fades and reality sparks The floorboards creak with tales untold Of buried secrets, dark and cold

I'm drawn into a world unknown Where truth and madness are overblown The walls are breathing, soft and slow In this twisted place, I must go

The walls are breathing, soft and slow, Their paper lungs, a gentle flow. The floorboards whisper tales untold, Of secrets buried, dark and old.

The shadows dance, a silent play, Their fingers beckon me to stray. From reasons path, a twisted track, Where sanity won't lead me back.

The whispers grow, a maddening hum, A symphony of chaos come. They tell me things I shouldn't know, Of worlds unseen, where nightmares grow.

My reflection smiles, a wicked gleam, A stranger staring, it would seem. Who is that soul with eyes so wide? A fractured mind, where truths reside.

The line blurs, the edges fray, Reality dissolves in disarray. I chase the whispers, soft and low, Into the madness, I must go.

The walls are breathing, closing in, Their secrets whisper on the wind. I'm lost in madness, darkness deep, Where shadows dance and secrets keep.

But in the chaos, I find peace, A twisted solace, sweet release. For in the madness, I am free, To wander lost, eternally.

The walls are breathing, alive and aware, Their presence felt in the cool night air. They watch and listen, secrets they hold, Stories of the past, never told.

The floorboards creak, a haunting sound, Echoes of lost souls abound. Whispers of the wind, a cryptic call, Beckoning me to the shadows that fall.

In the darkness, the shadows deceive, Twisting and turning, they start to weave A tapestry of dreams and fears, Drawing me in, through the tears.

The whispers grow louder, a symphony of dread, Filling my mind with thoughts unsaid. They speak of worlds beyond our own, Where reality is overthrown.

My reflection stares back with hollow eyes, A distorted image, a stranger in disguise. Who am I in this twisted reality? Lost in the depths of my own mentality.

The line between fantasy and truth starts to blur, As I sink deeper into the chaos, unsure. I follow the whispers, down the rabbit hole, Into the depths of my fractured soul.

The walls are breathing, soft and slow, Their paper lungs continue to flow. I am lost in this maddening maze, Haunted by the whispers in a never-ending craze.