Death

In my darkest hour, the world splits at the seams

A grave of frozen quiet swallowing my screams

The shadows twist like serpents, whispering my name

Their voices drip like poison, cold and thick with blame

My memories decay, turning rancid in my chest

Hope lies dead and bloated where my sanity once rested

I reach into the blackness for a hand that isn't there

Only claws of my own nightmares dragging me somewhere

The air tastes like metal, thick with dread and rot

I try to feel alive, but the feeling has forgot

Every thought collapses into tunnels without end

A maze of endless torment with no truth left to defend

And the night keeps calling, hollow as a tomb

A pit with no bottom, no mercy, no room

I speak, but the silence crushes every sound

A phantom made of suffering, forever hell-bound

I feel the weight of centuries pressing on my ribs

The echo of a thousand failures gnawing where my heart lives

Light became a rumor told by ghosts that lost their way

A distant, dying memory devoured by decay

Chains coil around my spirit, cold as ancient stone

Forged from every whisper that said I'd die alone

My dreams turn into carcasses rotting in the dust

Their hollow eyes remind me how betrayal breaks all trust

I reach for the surface, but it pulls me deeper still

Like hands beneath the water made of frost and iron will

There’s no breath, no warmth, no spark to resurrect

Just an endless sinking terror that I cannot disconnect

And the night keeps calling, hollow as a tomb

A pit with no bottom, no mercy, no room

I speak, but the silence crushes every sound

A phantom made of suffering, forever hell-bound

No ladder from this ruin, no dawn beyond the haze

The darkness wraps around me like a mind that’s gone insane

The world forgets the broken, leaves their shadows in the cold

While every shattered thought becomes a monster uncontrolled

And the night keeps calling, hollow as a tomb

A pit with no bottom, no mercy, no room

I speak, but the silence crushes every sound

A phantom made of suffering, forever hell-bound

In my darkest hour, the void demands its claim

Peeling back the pieces till nothing stays the same

The shadows seal their kingdom with me trapped inside its skin

A relic carved of sorrow —

with no way out again