The Art of Vanishing Without Trace

A cycle of poems «This Is How We Disappear»

Footsteps lost in midnight’s haze,
Shadows drift through empty maze.
A silent whisper, cold embrace-
The art of vanishing without trace.

Fading echoes, secrets kept,
Promises the night has wept.

The art of vanishing without trace,
Leaving memories to chase.
Gone like smoke in bitter air,
A ghost that’s never truly there.
The art of slipping through the night,
Out of mind and out of sight.
All that’s left is empty space-
The art of vanishing without trace.

Silent words and hidden scars,
Fading dreams beneath the stars.
Every step a shadow’s dance,
A fleeting hope, a lost romance.

Fading echoes, secrets kept,
Promises the night has wept.

The art of vanishing without trace,
Leaving memories to chase.
Gone like smoke in bitter air,
A ghost that’s never truly there.
The art of slipping through the night,
Out of mind and out of sight.
All that’s left is empty space-
The art of vanishing without trace.

Broken mirrors, fractured glass,
Moments slipping, fading fast.
A silhouette against the dawn,
Here and gone, forever drawn.

No chains can hold, no eyes can see,
The fading soul that longs to be free.
In silence deep, I find my place-
Master of vanishing without trace.

Footsteps lost in midnight’s haze,
Shadows drift through empty maze.
Nothing left for time to chase-
The art of vanishing without trace.