The Labyrinth of Delusions
Whispers in the Shadow
In the cryptic heart of night's embrace,
where echoes weave the whispers' lace.
Shadows creep, yet dreams are stark
in corridors where none shall hark.
Walls that breathe in twilight's hue,
and reveal the truth, though none see through.
Murmurs lost in time's cruel race,
a melody without a face.
Murmur
A door stands ajar, breathless and pale,
inviting the weary with secrets frail.
Push forth beyond the veil of ink,
unfold the tales that silence shrinks.
Paths Unseen