A tightening string from beneath my skin,
A fractured chord that fades to an end.
Your whispers, they linger, vibrating my sin.
My ill fated shadow grows cold and grows thin.

Sounds, once calm, are beginning to fray.
In this restless burn, I twist and I sway.
Your melody grows faint, reduced to a hiss.
The silence of my shadow is all that exists.

My soul seeks the light but darkness seeks my soul,
In this endless pursuit, I have lost my control.
Your whispers,...