Echoes of Time
Demons haunt me as I try to rest my weary eyes,
Memories of lost time taunt my fading senses.
I see myself consumed by fire—
A soul burning within its own reflection.
The void surrounds my days,
And hollow nights return to steal my dreams.
Life pauses in its endless run,
As if to question the reason I exist at all.
To chase lost moments is to fall
Into the gallows of endless black holes—
Each one swallowing the light of what once was.
Bring me angels of time,
So I may master the spirits of my own faith.
Yet I awaken only to see the truth—
The soul, though lost in time’s cruel turns,
Remains incorruptible, unbroken—
Rising beyond the frailty of man.
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