The shadows lengthen, grey and deep,
A silent promise I can’t keep.
To face the dawn, another day,
When all my colors fade away.
A whisper thin, a fading sigh,
The silent wish to simply die.
To shed this skin, this weary form,
And vanish into winter’s storm.
No meaning found, no purpose clear,
Just hollow echoes, held so dear.
A silent scream, unheard, unseen,
A life unlived, a might-have-been.
Each breath a weight, each step a strain,
Through fields of sorrow, endless pain.
To disappear, a fading spark,
And leave no trace within the dark.
