Beneath the marrow of my unrest, A clandestine ember gnaws my chest. Mirrors fracture into whispered sins, Where every shadow courts its twin. I tread the cusp of ruin’s hymn, Between the faint and the ever-dim. Anchor me before I dissolve, Through fractured dawns that cannot resolve. If I yield to this whispered flame, Would you remember or desecrate my name? Temptation threads its silver lies Every pulse a cipher in disguise I wear the sigil of my scars, A crown of smoke beneath dormant stars. Reflections bleed what I cannot reclaim, A hollow sun, a faceless flame. Your voice, a bell in frozen air, Leads me where all solace is unaware. Anchor me before I dissolve, Through fractured dawns that cannot resolve. If I surrender to the endless night, Will you forgive or revel in my blight? I kneel upon the altar of my mind, Where fractured truths and sins entwined. Is grace a lantern or a ghostly jest, A fleeting star within my chest? Rend the veil let the darkness speak! Shatter the chains of what I seek! Every tether, every thorn I bear, Unravel me reborn from despair! Anchor me before I dissolve, Through fractured dawns that cannot resolve. If I descend into endless grey, Will you mourn me… or turn away? Temptation hums its sacred hymn One step closer… I fall within