The Abyss of Decisions
Haunting echoes resonate through the void
Shadows whisper secrets of roads untaken,
Each echo a choice that remains unmade,
A tapestry woven in whispers and fears,
Lies the void, a mirror to the fragmented soul.
Beneath the stars, decisions hollowed out,
Entering the labyrinthine chasm,
Where once stood firm resolve withers now,
As specters laugh amid crumbling resolve.
In this desolate sky, truth distorts,
Reflecting in pools of silent agony.
What is left, but to wander the spectral halls,
Where the price of choice is solitude eternal?