Murmurs of the Mind

Beneath the veil
the whispers cling
like moths to a fire,
flickering words that dance
upon the edges of reason.
They speak in hues of twilight,
painting shadows on dreams hollowed,
etching lullabies of lost echoes
in the quiet of your mind.

Shadows of memories,
swaying like restless trees
in an unseen breeze,
they murmur soft secrets
that leave no trace,
only a lingering chill
where warmth once lived.

Hearken to the call,
the sirens of silence,
singing songs of madness
through golden threads of sanity,
unraveling the tapestry
one stitch at a time.

Follow the wind beyond the stars
and find the dreams you once knew,
buried deep within the folds
of time and absence,
forever sung in the voices of shadows.