The air is thick
It barely moves
Walls hum low
A hollow groove
My breath hangs light
Just out of reach
A shadowed hymn
No words to preach
Footsteps fade
They echo small
Blue lights flicker
On the wall
Twilight wraps its arms around
No stars above
No solid ground
Lost in whispers
Lost in time
Twilight holds what once was mine
The bed is cold
It pulls me in
A quiet war beneath my skin
Voices soft
They call
Retreat
A fragile calm
A fragile beat
Fingers trace the line of air
Every corner feels a stare
