Void

Life’s whispers are a cold breath on the neck,

A shadow slipping through cracks in the mind.

Every dawn a false promise, every dusk a slow descent,

Time dragging its nails through flesh and thought.

The sun rises, indifferent,

Casting light on the weary, the forgotten.

We wander through mazes of concrete and sorrow,

Faces masked, eyes hollow.

Dreams decay in the corners of consciousness,

Rotting remnants of hope and desire.

The heart, a cage of bones and blood,

Beats its relentless, monotonous drum.

Laughter echoes, a distant memory,

Fading like smoke in the night.

We grasp at moments, but they dissolve,

Sand slipping through clenched fists.

Life is a silent scream in the void,

A cruel jest whispered by the cosmos.

We live, we die, we are forgotten,

Lost echoes in the endless dark.



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