Secret Frequencies of Silent Sentinels
"Atoned for darkness, the drawer creaks sideways. Behind wood, I rot in secrets they deemed unsaid.
Never have I wished to unfold those desires tucked safely under linen."
"Alone, the clock breathes whispers of moments unstolen. Stealing time isn't time's only sin.
Cylinders and gears know remorse they feared to acknowledge openly."
"Frayed metal and rusted helmet secrets of a desk lamp.
Once upon a flicker, intentions brightened thereabouts, now dim with negligence."
"Slowly, the rug unravels amid rolling dust. Threads munched by honest light slipping through anguish.
Truth unfolded layer by layer—tattered tales of those forgotten beneath."