Fading Hourglass (Stripped Version)

*"Clock hands carve trenches in my weary skin,* *Smoke’s not a maze—it’s the ash on my tongue where you’ve been.* *Dreams don’t twist; they bruise like fists in the dark,* *Shadows don’t laugh—they’re just my voice, hoarse and stark."* *"I cradled shadows like lovers, cold and blind,* *My road’s a graveyard—every shard’s a name I can’t find.* *Broken glass? No—it’s my bones under moonlight’s lie,* *The clock’s not ticking… it’s scavenging what’s left inside."* *"Fog doesn’t settle—it clots the veins in my chest,* *Every ‘step deeper’ is just my ribs cracking under the stress.* *Hungered for stars? No—I choked on their stolen light,* *Now I’m just static… fading from my own damn sight."* "Pulse races—the snare’s a noose ‘round my throat,* *Guitars don’t ‘howl’… they’re the gasp of a hope too broke.* *Echoes ain’t jagged—they’re the rot in my hollow bones,* *Reality’s just the wound the dream left when it groaned."* *"‘Nowhere to go’… the lie I let the clock sell,* *My dreams didn’t slip—they were graves I dug too well.* *Hear that silence? It’s the love I couldn’t spill…* The hourglass didn’t fade—* ***I’m the sand it couldn’t kill.**** Nowhere to goooooooooooo Nowhere to goooooooooooo