Trapped inside a world that spins,
Lost in thoughts beneath my skin,
Faces blur and voices fade,
In a song that’s never played.
Time slips by, I can't pretend,
This spiral has no end.
The walls are thin, the nights are cold,
I chase the dreams I used to hold,
But shadows creep, and doubts remain,
Like endless drops of bitter rain.
I scream, I fall, but no one hears,
A hollow shell, a fading fear,
In silence now, I disappear,
Lost in a world that won’t come near.
Fading Echo
© Copyright: Дмитрий Чусов Воронеж, 2024
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