I need someone to believe in me
because lately I’ve felt ephemeral, intangible
a ghost somehow still trapped in
gravity’s well
slipping through the floor
I’m losing shape and heading to the core
where I’ll be burnt up, nothing more
I need someone to dream of me
write of me
turn me into echoes throughout history
however quiet the whispers may be
still, a legacy
As of yet, I regret to be
shrouded in mystery
even to myself
I am null, swallowing symphonies
and churning out cacophony
incessantly
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 12:45 AM UTC
I need someone to believe in me
because lately I’ve felt ephemeral, intangible
a ghost somehow still trapped in
gravity’s well
slipping through the floor
I’m losing shape and heading to the core
where I’ll be burnt up, nothing more
I need someone to dream of me
write of me
turn me into echoes throughout history
however quiet the whispers may be
still, a legacy
As of yet, I regret to be
shrouded in mystery
even to myself
I am null, swallowing symphonies
and churning out cacophony
incessantly
open to criticism
