I cling to the final thread
A fragile beam of light
Daring to break through
The window of my asylum

Splinters on aging wood
Termites feeding rust
Decay's soft hum remains
Broken monuments stand
With once-joyful faces
Thinking forever lives today

The old frame sits unused
The door no longer slams
My chest–silent just the same
Frequent visits from
Memories unborn
Stillborn ghosts beg for redemption

They haunt the peeling walls
With faces once so kind
Seen only in forsaken dreams
Left behind

Grasping at butterflies
That never left the cocoon
Bleeding for mistakes
That never bloomed

Rain sketches silver lines
That might be tears
If only there were feeling here

The Sun can't pierce
This fog built by time
Pain, growth, the same design

The wind creaks doors
Always open, never crossed
And those still locked
Protect whole worlds, untouched

They haunt the peeling walls
With faces once so kind
Seen only in forsaken dreams
Left behind

Colors unseen
Forms unlived
Buried in the dark

This nightmare echoes
Everywhere
Screaming carpe diem
From crumbling bark

Scrawled in sand
Of western shores
Only seen
When the Sun bleeds low

They haunt the peeling walls
With faces once so kind
Seen only in forsaken dreams
Left behind

Care for the eternal
The rest will find its way

They haunt the peeling walls
With faces once so kind
Seen only in forsaken dreams
Left behind