The darkness within me brings a strange peace. I find myself searching for answers within, as if solitude could somehow reveal love to the soul. There are remnants of something profound, a blessing concealed beneath layers of isolation.
As I look inward, the soul begins to explore itself. In this internal journey, the search for love seems to render the universe hollow, devoid of meaning. There is a wound, a scar that inscribes a vow deep within my being—an oath forged in the fires of my own longing, a promise unfulfilled, and a life lived only in dreams.
My heart is full of memories and dreams—both vivid and haunting—that drift through the paths of madness. An endless search has left your shadow etched into the very fabric of my soul, a longing that is reborn again and again, yet each time it fades away, unfulfilled.
My tears, silent and sorrowful, are a tribute to the love you gave. They are the embodiment of my emptiness, the barren essence of my existence. The last thread of hope departs from my soul, soaring away toward the realm of madness, where it takes flight, never to return.