Every heartbeat pounds a hollow drum, A tide of ache that never finds the shore. The world collapses, and I am numb, A shadow of myself I can’t restore. I taste the salt of all the tears unshed, A bitter hymn that never fades away. I cradle grief like a ghost in my bed, And let it grow stronger every day. Pain blooms in veins like fire untamed, And every cry is carved into my name. I reach for solace, find only grief, Its heavy weight my sole relief. Dolor the ache that bends the soul, Dolor the storm I cannot fight. Dolor each loss a jagged hole, Dolor the endless, aching night. I scream into the void, my voice rebounding, Walls crumble under the weight of my despair. The pain surrounds, relentless, confounding, And I can’t find comfort anywhere. I am a vessel filled with endless ache, A cathedral built of sorrow and regret. Each breath I take another fragment breaks, And the darkness will not let me forget. Pain blooms in veins like fire untamed, And every cry is carved into my name. I reach for solace, find only grief, Its heavy weight my sole relief. Dolor the ache that bends the soul, Dolor the storm I cannot fight. Dolor each loss a jagged hole, Dolor the endless, aching night. Voices rise, layered like a tide, Whispered, then screamed, Breaking, fracturing, shattering I collapse into the sound, I break inside the song, And grief becomes my only tongue. Dolor the ache that bends the soul, Dolor the storm I cannot fight. Dolor each loss a jagged hole, Dolor the endless, aching night.
