Heart wrenched, twisted, constricted,
Malnourished of vision, compromised restrictions—
Devoured emotions contoured by words,
Deeply sunk into thoughts from a long bed source.

Echoes of sorrow, whispers of longing,
Haunting the corridors of my soul,
In shadows cast by memories,
Where echoes mourn and yearning whispers toll.

Within the labyrinthine recesses of my mind,
Ghosts of past regrets linger,
Their spectral forms whispering tales of woe,
Through the dimly lit chambers of memory's hall.

Each echo reverberates with a melancholic refrain,
A dirge composed in the silence of my solitude,
Where darkness intertwines with fleeting glimpses of light,
And the weight of longing bends the fragile arc of time.

In this realm of perpetual twilight,
I wander amidst the ruins of...