Echoes in the abyss.

In shadows where the cold winds sweep,

They whisper truths I dare not keep,

A chorus of deceitful lies,

From lips that feign, yet never sigh.

In dreams of love,

I sought my place,

Yet found only an empty space, A hollow echo in the night,

Where hearts that promise fail to light.

No hands were ever truly warm,

No tender touch, no love's true form,

Just empty words and vacant eyes,

A masquerade of sweet disguise.

Through endless corridors of doubt, I’ve wandered lost, I’ve wandered out,

Seeking a beacon in the gloom,

A sign to pierce the darkened tomb.

Yet every touch that claimed to care,

Was fraught with silence, cold and bare,

No heartbeat joined with mine in time,

Just echoes of a phantom rhyme.

Each whispered vow, a fleeting breath,

Dissolving in the chill of death,

No tender warmth or soft embrace,

Just shadows veiling empty space.

I’m left to wander, dark and cold,

A soul too fractured, too untold, Unlovable, they say in jest,

No solace found, no place to rest.

In every heart I tried to mend,

I found a void that won’t transcend,

For love’s true form I’ll never see,

A ghost of hope that's not for me.

Alone I stand beneath the sky,

Where stars refuse to meet my eye,

Their light a taunt, a distant gleam,

A shattered mirror of a dream.

In this abyss where silence reigns,

I trace the lines of all my chains,

And though I search for light and grace

I find but shadows in this place.