I walk in the twilight, where shadows merge and fade,
My mind a labyrinth, where echoes softly invade.
In the mirror, a stranger stares back at me,
A fractured soul, yearning to be free.

Moments slip away, like sand through my fingers,
A fleeting reality, where nothing lingers.
A chasm of silence, where I hide my fear,
The pieces of me that drift, never near.

In the stillness, I hear the whispers of the past,
Memories like ghosts, forever to last.
The threads of my being, unravel and fray,
In this dissociation, I slowly decay.

Yet in the void, a faint light persists,
A hope that the fragments will one day coexist.
Until then, I wander, in this fractured state,
Seeking the wholeness, that eludes my fate.