I walk where the light won’t stay Where the ground forgets your name Every step leaves something behind But nothing I can’t reclaim Minions stir where the silence bends Shadows moving without an end They don’t question, they don’t wait They just follow what I create ⸻ Spirits drift just out of sight Echoes threading through the night ⸻ I don’t die — I enter shroud Fade the world, erase the sound Call it shadow, call it form I become what you can’t hold You are all weaklings — low and slow Not for you, just what I know Like a whisper through it all Something quiet when you fall ⸻ Cold moves in without a sound Chill to the Bone — you feel it now Step too close, you slow, you break Time is something I can take Bleed runs deep, but never loud No sharp edge, no final crowd Just a weight you can’t outrun Till the fight is already done ⸻ Fear doesn’t shout, it settles in Torment waits beneath your skin You look for something you can see But it’s already part of me ⸻ I don’t die — I enter shroud Fade the world, erase the sound Call it shadow, call it form I become what you can’t hold You are all weaklings Like a voice inside your head Not a threat, not a call Just the truth beneath it all ⸻ Spirits fade but never leave Minions rest in what I keep No last breath, no final fall I remain through it all
