The Shadow’s Murmur (I Am)
Within the spectral corridors where recollections decay, I stalk unseen, a ghostly phantom. My touch is colder than the forgotten crypt, my presence as fleeting as a waning moon. In the spectral murmur, you surrender to the chilling dread.
I am your shadow, murmuring in your ear,
In every dreadful silence, my ominous words you fear.
You yearn for tranquility, yet unearth despair,
In the shadow’s murmur, you’re ensnared unprepared.
In this decrepit manor where darkness cavorts with light, I invade your psyche under the cruel sun’s glare. My voice is no more than a hushed sigh lost in the wind, yet my existence weighs heavy like a tombstone. In the shadow’s murmur, it’s here you eternally reside.
I am your shadow, murmuring in your ear,
In every dreadful silence, my ominous words you fear.
You yearn for tranquility, yet unearth despair,
In the shadow’s murmur, you’re ensnared unprepared.
In each eerie echo from these walls, in every groan of the ancient woodwork, I lurk nearby, consuming your fading resolve. You seek warmth among the living, yet find peace among the dead, in the shadow’s murmur, sanity swiftly shed.
I am your shadow, murmuring in your ear,
In every dreadful silence, my ominous words you fear.
You yearn for tranquility, yet unearth despair,
In the shadow’s murmur, you’re ensnared unprepared.
Herein you remain confined within shadows’ claim, among these haunted confines where dreams are brutally slain. I am but a whisper in the moonless night, the terror you cannot erase, in the shadow’s cruel embrace, perpetually chased.