Crimson Echoes
In the silent chambers of my fractured mind,
Where shadows weave, and solace is blind,
I wander through echoes, lost in despair,
Clothed in my anguish, suffocating air.
Each heartbeat a whisper of battles untold,
A tapestry woven with threads of the cold,
I'm covered in blood, both the tangible and sure,
A canvas of memories, haunting and pure.
The whispers of laughter from faces once bright,
Now morph into daggers, piercing the night,
Each insult a scar, each betrayal a wound,
In the chaos of darkness, my spirit's marooned.
The mirrors reflect what I dread to behold,
A silhouette painted in shadows and gold,
Yet the gold is a promise that crumbled to dust,
And the shadows, they linger, in silence they rust.
Oh, how I wish for a world without pain,
Where the ones who hurt me would vanish like rain,
Dissolve into mist, let their voices be hushed,
So I could reclaim this heart that they crushed.
But silence is burdensome, heavy like stone,
For without my ghosts, I would stand here alone,
In the void of their absence, would I find my reprieve,
Or merely the abyss in which I must grieve?
Every smile that falters, every gaze that withdraws,
Bears witness to sorrows that life can’t applause,
I’m drenched in my red, both the battles I’ve fought,
And the wounds left by horrors that time has forgot.
Torn between shadows and the light of the day,
In the echoes of twilight, I don’t want to stay,
I’m weary of struggle, of wearing this skin,
Of the battles outside and the war deep within.
So I sit in this silence, surrendering tight,
To the weight of existence, to the fading of light,
And in my own blood, both the enemy and kin,
I search for the courage to finally begin.
To rise from the ashes, from the depths of despair,
To break through the chains of the world, unaware,
But still, in the silence, my heart aches and bleeds,
For the ghosts that have haunted, for the silent misdeeds.
So let them all vanish, let the wind take their names,
For I’m weary of playing these unforgiving games,
But in the deepest chambers where sorrow has spun,
I must learn to find peace, even when hope is undone.
With each tear that falls, let a whisper arise,
A promise of healing woven deep in my cries,
Though I'm covered in blood, I’ll rise, undeterred,
Embracing the silence, where healing is stirred.