A low hum, circling the floor
Echoes slide beneath the door
Light flickers, uninvited guests
Shadows talk, but never rest
I trace the outline of my breath
In rooms that smell like quiet death
Time leans in, it doesn’t speak
It just measures what I seek
And I am gravity beneath my skin
Falling inward, slow within
Every thought a trembling wire
Pulling closer to the fire
Walls dissolve in subtle tones
I find myself among the drones
The rhythm hums, a patient ache
Of all the things I will not make
If meaning lives in empty space
Then maybe loss becomes a place
And maybe I am just the sound
Of something deep that won’t be found
Underneath it all, the pulse remains
The heart repeats what none explains
Gravity, it hums again
Beneath my skin, beneath my skin
