Buried deep are truths untold,
Fragments lost in quiet decay,
I grasp for warmth, yet feel so cold,
Faint traces fade as night turns gray.
Fingers grasp the falling tide,
Time moves, but hearts divide.
The story of my life, I hold the pain,
I chase the wind, but grasp no gain,
Memories shatter, scattering far,
The story of my life, it scars.
Carved within these walls, the lies,
A canvas smeared in fleeting hues,
The weight of words, their soft goodbyes,
Leave echoes that my soul can’t use.
And every breath feels like a fight,
Dreams slip through cracks, out of sight,
A fleeting thought I can’t reclaim,
An endless loop, a hollow game.
Pages turn, the ink runs dry,
A story etched beneath the sky.
The story of my life, I hold the pain,
I chase the wind, but grasp no gain,
Memories shatter, scattering far,
The story of my life, it scars.
