A shooting star fades and dies in the dark sky, and my heart is eclipsed by the stillness of midnight’s silence. My soul bleeds, and with every drop, your shadow appears, dancing with my insanity in the lullaby of love, a haunting melody that never fades.
Tears wash away the engravings of lost secrets, leaving behind nothing but the remnants of a cruel game—a twisted opera of images and illusions. To love again, pain bangs against my veins, a relentless drum. Promises fade, forgotten, while confessions are denied, buried beneath the weight of time.
The calendar dies slowly, its pages turning for a moment of deliverance that never comes. Crystalline whispers are shattered, broken by the fragrance that fills the air. The moon is eclipsed, seduced by its own radiance, while the kohl beneath my eyes melts, dissolving into the eerie silence that surrounds me.
Every breath I take becomes a curse, each exhale a sigh of regret. My heart beats within a cage of memories, trapped and unable to escape. In the mist of time, my fingerprints freeze, leaving behind only traces of a life that was. With each tick of the clock, a graveyard of scorched emotions is carved deeper into the fabric of my being.
Grey ashes of forgotten colors fill the air, your eyes a parable of unreadable meanings. Pencils trace your fingers on the ripples of tonight, their motion futile in capturing what cannot be understood. Thunders crash and roars shake the earth, but twilight flashes—neither vague nor vivid—offering no clues, no sketches of a path to salvation.
Each beat of my heart is a torture, each second a misery. And through it all, a single prick of pain is all that remains, your spell—a treachery that lingers. The razor of my thoughts dulls as your shadow dissolves into the distance, while the prostrating stars weave a silver rosary, one bead at a time, marking the end of everything I once believed in.