the darkness of my soul, I lingered with my anger,
A chilling presence enveloping me, a relentless banger.
It whispered its true name, the weight of grief,
A haunting specter within, stealing my belief.

I am but a shattered being, fractured beyond repair,
Lost pieces of myself, drifting in despair.
Through the hollow halls of memory, where fragments lie deceased,
I mourn in my slumber, yearning for release.