Hollow Pulse

Echoes bounce in a hollow room. The silence feeds and starts to bloom.

I'm not alone, just out of touch with everything I used to trust.

I talk to walls, they talk back slow. The light is

dim, but I still glow. I feel the weight,

but not the ground. A ghost that never makes a sound.

You said I changed, you were right. I burned too long without the

light. Now rage just echoes in my chest, a primal scream

I can't suppress. There's nothing here, just static dust, a shredded heart, a shattered trust.