The sun rises in my absence, and sets in my unconscious.

Things happening in my surroundings, like an underground operation.

I'm suffering without intentions, so many stories untold.

Shadows linger in my thoughts, secrets etched in the cold.

Each heartbeat feels like a whisper, fading into the unknown.

Dreams dissolve like mist at dawn, leaving me on my own.

The world spins, yet I’m still, a captive of the mind.

Seeking light in endless darkness, but it's so hard to find.

Echoes of voices surround me, yet none seem to be mine.

Time moves like a phantom, indifferent to my plight.

I wear a mask of calmness, concealing an inner fight.

The stars watch in silence, their gaze distant and tight.

If I could scream without sound, would the heavens hear my plea?

Or would the echoes fall away, lost in eternity?

Caught between what was and is, and what will never be.

WILDCARD>>>PEACE OUT<<<