In the depths where whispers roam,
And shadows dance on shifting stone,
A fragile thread, a fraying line,
Hold tight the truth, it slips with time.
Mirrored lies reflect my fears,
In endless loops, I drown in tears,
A distorted truth plays on repeat,
In this warped world, I find no heat.
Chasing ghosts through empty halls,
Their voices bounce off faded walls,
Each echo taunts, a haunting sound,
In this chamber where I'm bound.
Fragments of a life once bright,
Painted in shades of black and white,
Caught in a web of words we weave,
A fragile reality we believe.
Can I break free from this design?
Or will I linger, lost in time?
With every step, I seek the light,
To shatter the glass, reclaim my fight.
So I scream into the void,
Break the silence, hopes destroyed,
Yet in the darkness, a flicker glows,
A spark of truth that gently grows.
As echoes fade and shadows flee,
I find my voice resounding me,
No more will I dwell in dreams untrue,
In this fragile world, I start anew.
From the shards of all that's passed,
Rebuild my heart, I’ll make it last,
For every echo, I will rise,
And face the dawn with open eyes.
Alternative
Echo chamber, distorted truth, mirrored lies, endless loops, fragile reality