In the quietest corners of my mind,
I drift away from the worldâs embrace.
A shadowed echo, I cannot find,
The tether that holds me to this place.
My thoughts, like whispers, fade to grey,
As if a fog has wrapped me tight.
The vibrant colors of the day,
Dissolve into the endless night.
I watch my life as from afar,
A silent film that plays alone.
Detached, I wonder who we are,
These ghosts of flesh, these hearts of stone.
Yet in the mirror, I remain,
A fleeting glimpse of what was true.
For somewhere deep beneath this pain,
Lies a soul that still is you.