Thoughts drift like ethereal whispers, merging in dark corners, suffocated by silence.
A specter of existence finds no solace in flesh, only memories forgotten by time.
Shattered mirrors reflect unresolved sorrows, each shard holding a tale long lost.
The clock ticks with a morbid rhythm, each chime a reminder of time's cruel descent.
Underneath faded leaves, buried secrets breathe, ghostly echoes of laughter long extinguished.
Visit the edge, where shadows intertwine; breathe the cold air of forsaken dreams.
What sings beneath the heart's skin? Unraveled tales of dread and desire.
Connections severed; were we ever truly woven? Threads fray to dust, scattered in the void.
We feel the presence, the gap between words; a telepathy of wounds bleeding in echoes.