Echoes in the Void
Whispers crawl through hollow halls,
Shadows stretch on cracked stone walls.
A single candle, barely lit,
Flickers, falters—embers spit.
Time bends here, it warps, it breaks,
Reality trembles, the silence aches.
Footsteps fall where none should tread,
The air is thick with things unsaid.
A voice that’s mine, but not my own,
Calls from corners overgrown.
“Come closer now, step into the frame,
Who are you, really? What’s your name?”
But names are fleeting, lost in the haze,
Just echoes in an endless maze.
The flame goes out, the dark consumes—
Still, something lingers in the room.