Counting Down in a Quiet Tomb

I fell like a star that lost its light. Dropped from the

blue into the blackest night. To face a devil sleeping in a box of

pine. To kill a shadow that was never mine. One

week in a room where the walls grew small. Writing my epitaph on every single

wall. Just a silhouette trapped in a seven-day gloom. Counting down the

seconds in a quiet tomb. And all I could see was my own incoming.

My heart in a cage kept the rhythm of the drumming. Taking every pill

just to feel the spark. Trying to outrun the ghost in the dark.