ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ © 2026 - Mr. Villain (MRMS) ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ There’s a presence walking close behind me, a shifting shape I can’t quite define. It pulls the threads inside my silence, turning old wounds into warning signs. I feel its breath at the edge of my hope, like fragile ground about to let me go. And though I try to steady my voice, that force keeps sinking into my calm. It steals my strength, unravels my poise, bending my spirit… without laying a palm. Please… don’t let me fall, I’m hanging from a fragile line, barely holding on. That shadow calls my name, tries to pull me along, and I… I only beg you to keep me strong. If its breath surrounds me, trying to make me crawl, please… don’t let me fall. I’ve felt cold hands made out of nothing drag the pieces I’ve tried to hide. I’ve seen a face that leads to nowhere watching me from the other side. An ancient echo living inside my chest, a foreign heartbeat pounding in unrest. It waits… on the borders of my quiet. It feeds… on the fears I try to deny. I sense it… though it never shows its form at all. But if you speak my name… I can still withstand the fall. Please… don’t let me fall, I’m hanging from a fragile line, barely holding on. That shadow calls my name, tries to pull me along, and I… I only beg you to keep me strong. If the night surrounds me and tries to take it all, please… please… don’t let me fall. Please… don’t let me fall, please… please… don’t let me fall.
