Whispers in Negative

In the stillness, the air turns sharp, Echoes of secrets tear apart. Shadows twist, they know the game, Truths unspoken, hiding shame. Fingers trace what’s left behind, Words erased, the silent kind. Whispers in negative, louder than screams, A language of shadows, unraveling dreams. Silent confessions, violent and raw, The weight of what’s unspoken, what we never saw. A mirror’s edge reflects the lies, Twilight’s fabric stitched with cries. Eyes like tides, pull me under, Drowning truths in muted thunder. Fingers trace what’s left behind, Words erased, the silent kind. Whispers in negative, louder than screams, A language of shadows, unraveling dreams. Silent confessions, violent and raw, The weight of what’s unspoken, what we never saw. Beneath the ash, a buried flame, Screams of silence call your name. In the echoes, the truth remains, A haunting hymn of our refrains. Whispers in negative, louder than screams, A language of shadows, unraveling dreams. Silent confessions, violent and raw, The weight of what’s unspoken, what we never saw. Whispers in negative, louder than screams, A language of shadows, unraveling dreams. Silent confessions, violent and raw, The weight of what’s unspoken, what we never saw.