The shadows creep, the darkness sighs,
Reflecting in my weary eyes.
The world outside, a vibrant hue,
But I am trapped, it isn't true.
A painted scene, I cannot reach,
Beyond the breach, beyond my speech.
So let me fade, into the gray,
Where lonely souls can gently lay.
And find some peace, in quiet rest,
A welcome guest, forever blessed.
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 5:57 PM UTC
The shadows creep, the darkness sighs,
Reflecting in my weary eyes.
The world outside, a vibrant hue,
But I am trapped, it isn't true.
A painted scene, I cannot reach,
Beyond the breach, beyond my speech.
So let me fade, into the gray,
Where lonely souls can gently lay.
And find some peace, in quiet rest,
A welcome guest, forever blessed.
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