I screamed into the dark, But nothing screamed back. Just static on the soul, And light that slipped through cracks. Reality bends like melting glass, Time bleeds slow, then doesn’t pass. I’m here and gone, then back again— A voice undone, a ghost in spin. Echoes on the event horizon— Half of me lost, half still risin’. No forward, no return—just blur, A whisper stretched where meanings slur. Light won’t flee, sound won’t stay— I echo in the breakaway. My thoughts distort like heat in air, Unraveled minds in zero prayer. Signals die, then birth anew, Fragments of a self untrue. They’ll see my shape in X-ray ghost, A ripple near the edge, almost. But I’m not there—I’m not anywhere, I’ve been erased by spacetime’s snare. Frozen in the falling, Stretched inside the scream. One eye sees forever, The other… just a dream. Are you watching? Are you still there? Or is this my last Breath of air? (Echoes...) On the event horizon… (I am...) Just a dying transmission... (Split and spun...) Through gravity’s prism... (No time...) No line, no prison… Only echoes… And omission. I was... I am... I never… ...
