The walls breathe with shadows,
but no voice remains.
Every heartbeat is a crack
splitting the marrow of night.
I drag my soul through glass,
shards bloom where I fall.
The air tastes of iron,
and the sky is a blind, hollow eye.
No light will return.
No hand will gather what’s broken.
Only the endless weight of silence—
a coffin too vast to escape.
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