The lights in my ribcage burned out years ago.
Now, I wander through empty halls
in darkness,
my only company
the echoes of my own racing thoughts.
The windows are nailed shut with
old fears
and I lie in bed so much that
dust
coats the floorboards of my spine.
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
The lights in my ribcage burned out years ago.
Now, I wander through empty halls
in darkness,
my only company
the echoes of my own racing thoughts.
The windows are nailed shut with
old fears
and I lie in bed so much that
dust
coats the floorboards of my spine.
