I’m drifting on the edges of the night,
streets whisper secrets
in the cold, pale light.
Faces blur past,
they’re just shades of my fears,
chasing the echoes
that nobody hears.
Help me, I’m lost,
where the shadows play,
in the silence between
what I do and I say.
Throw me a line,
or a reason to stay,
caught in the drift
of my own disarray.
Laughter rings hollow
from the depths of the crowd,
covering scars
that the daylight’s disavowed.
I search for a sign,
something true to pursue,
but every path circles back,
missing you.
Under the spotlight,
my truths are undressed,
wearing the heartache
like a bulletproof vest.
Nights bleed into days,
with no end in sight,
dancing with memories
in the failing light.
Is this the madness
that they warned me about?
Laughing at ghosts
as my doubts scream and shout.
Here in the void
where the lost are like kings,
ruling over ruins
with tattered wings.