Whispers

The future glares with hollow eyes,

A specter born where silence dies,

For those who wear the past like chains,

Shall bleed through the haunting lanes.

With ghostly hands, the memories cling,

Each one a thorn, each thought a sting.

Around you crowd the shadowed swarm,

Their voices cold, their breath is warm.

They whisper truths in tongues of lies,

Soft serpents hissing lullabies.

Illusions wrapped in veils of flame,

They speak, but never own your name.

No soul is owed, no fate is fair,

The void won't listen, nor will care.

Now rise, though trembling, bleeding raw,

Against the dark within your core.

Inside, a beast with coiled delight,

Urges ruin in the dead of night.

It drinks your joy, devours your grace,

And leaves you with a hollow face.

It tells you all you do is vain,

That you are just a walking pain.

That even if you moved the stars,

You’d vanish still with unseen scars.

But fight you must within the pit,

Where hope and shadow wildly flit.

Let silence fall like heavy lead,

Turn off the screams inside your head.

Breathe, though ash may fill your lungs,

Though demons howl with split tongues.

For in that dark, a light may gleam,

A broken soul still dares to dream.

Claw your way through decay,

And curse the night, but find your way.

For though you walk beneath cursed skies,

You're still a flame that never dies.