Troglodyte

I shift through worlds beyond mortal bond, beneath the veil, a tale gone wrong. I bequeath your possessions, render you in black, the gasp between confessions, a shadow slipping through the cracks. adrift in the abyss, for you , my final gift. what am I living for? where do I run? what am I living for? when all I loved is gone. you are so bright, rendered in chalk-white, a ghost in the frame of my sleepless nights. auroras bleed from the edge of sight, a seed of need, arc light. they fight for birthright, just another troglodyte but I still see you in the dark, the spark that burned my eyes alight. what am I living for? where do I run? what am I living for? when even love comes undone. the tear in time, a broken rhyme, a shiver in the heart of design. your name still blares, faint, divine, a ghost caught between the lines. I reach for the warmth that used to be mine, but all I hold now is the afterglow of your light.