Echoes of the Hollow

Neon flickers on the pavement, fractured light in broken glass,
shadows stretch in silent warning, something here is built to last.
Figures move like rain-soaked whispers, shifting forms that blur and bend,
reaching through the cold reflection, pulling me where logic ends.

Footsteps fall in loops behind me, turning corners, sinking deep,
skies collapse in sheets of rain, voices crawl from where I sleep.
Fingers claw through empty spaces, silence burns against my skin,
I run, but gravity keeps laughing, dragging me right back again.

Trapped inside the nightmare’s hands,
breathing in what fate demands.
Every echo, every scream,
feels too real to be a dream.

I trace the symbols carved in pavement, signs I swore I’d seen before,
fractured mirrors show my shadow standing outside every door.
No escape, no faded edges, time loops back to where it came,
the nightmare isn’t chasing me, it just wants to know my name.