RUIN

I carve my name in walls that bleed with shadowed paint, A mirror cracks beneath my trembling hand. I dance with ruin like a lover and a saint, Letting pieces fall where no one else can stand. The fire in my chest consumes the quiet and the calm, Each breath a spark I throw against the night. I cradle shards of memory like a sharpened charm, And watch them twist until they bite. I’m unraveling in rhythms only I can feel, Every fracture singing, every wound surreal. I chase the edge to see if it remembers me, Or if the dark will cradle what I leave. I build my ruin brick by brick and watch it fall, The echo of my grief becomes the ground I claim. I answer every loss with a self-made call, And find a twisted comfort in the flame. I spill the remnants of myself into the void, A gallery of wounds no one will frame. I trace the patterns where my courage was destroyed, And whisper curses I cannot name. The shadows know my secrets, keep them in a jar, And every heartbeat hammers at the door. I’ve learned to walk through chaos like a scar, And still, I crave the storm I wore. I’m unraveling in rhythms only I can feel, Every fracture singing, every wound surreal. I chase the edge to see if it remembers me, Or if the dark will cradle what I leave. I build my ruin brick by brick and watch it fall, The echo of my grief becomes the ground I claim. I answer every loss with a self-made call, And find a twisted comfort in the flame. I scream into the glass, I smash into the floor, I let the world fracture to match what I bore. The ruin is mine, my companion, my crown, Every ruinous echo pulls me further down. I build my ruin brick by brick and watch it fall, The echo of my grief becomes the ground I claim. I answer every loss with a self-made call, And find a twisted comfort in the flame.