A torrent of tears breaks the dam of despair,
Each friend a dagger in the darkened air.
Unlovable? I curse the stars that bind,
A prophecy whispered, a torment entwined.
I scream to the void for the numbness of night,
Worn by the ghosts who vanish from sight.
Trust turned to ashes, heart buried in dread,
Craving the silence that sleeps with the dead.

The air, once thick with solitude, now spins
a riveting breeze through guarded hearts and skins.
We spoke in currents, our words like woven lace,
and now my restless mind finds its rightful place.
Yet still, my thoughts drift like ghosts on hollow ground—
Is this a fragile dream, destined to break back down?