Echoes in the Glass
The world undone, a fragile sigh.
The looking glass reflects a lie,
A fractured image in my eye.
Old voices drift on chilling air,
A silent weight of deep despair.
Oh, phantoms of a mind astray,
Come lead me from the light of day.
Each memory a price to pay,
I'm drifting further, come what may.
The clock hands freeze, no moments pass,
Just stillness in this empty vast.
The quiet breathes a tale untold,
Of stories buried, stark and cold.
Oh, phantoms of a mind astray,
Come lead me from the light of day.
Each memory a price to pay,
I'm drifting further, come what may.
A single flame, its dance so weak,
The shadows lengthen, dare to speak.
This heavy hush, a crushing sound,
No solace here can now be found.
Oh, phantoms of a mind astray,
Come lead me from the light of day.
Each memory a price to pay,
I'm drifting further, come what may.
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اگست 03, 2025
