In the hollow of my chest,
echoes linger where light once slept.
Shadows weave their gentle thread,
binding silence to the pulse of regret.

Beneath my ribs, the dark hums low—
a cradle for the thoughts I hide.
Yet in this void, I start to know:
even darkness can hold a kind of guide.

So let the world fade, just for a breath,
let the noise drown in quiet flame.
For in this dusk between life and death,
I learn my soul, and speak my name.