The darkness which blankets the thoughts is serenaded by a ghostly whisper, echoes of what was and what will never be screamed through the void.
The phantom limbs around me stretch, reaching out for their intended touches, yet falling into a crescent of nothingness. In this cathedral of absence, every heartbeat is a funeral dirge sneering at the plight of the living.
Shadows greet me at the doorstep of my creaking mind, unfurling like silk beneath the rising moonlight, pulling along memories soaked in despair and faded dreams.