Ashes of the Night

I wander through the ash of night,

where shadows bite and hide the light.

The moon hangs pale, a frozen flame,

silence echoes, whispering my name.

Every heartbeat drags me down,

in silent streets of broken towns.

The air is thick with things unsaid,

and every step feels heavy as lead.

The void around me pulls me in,

a hollow ache beneath my skin.

The wind it cries along my face,

reminding me of empty space.

Tears fall like embers in the dark,

I carry grief, a hollow spark.

No voice can soothe, no hand can hold,

my sorrow burns, relentless, cold.

If I could bleed the night away,

I’d give it all, I’d let it stay.

But here I stand, alone and torn,

a candle guttering, faint and worn.