I cling to the final thread A fragile beam of light Daring to break through The window of my asylum Splinters on aging wood Termites feeding rust Decay's soft hum remains Broken monuments stand With once-joyful faces Thinking forever lives today The old frame sits unused The door no longer slams My chest–silent just the same Frequent visits from Memories unborn Stillborn ghosts beg for redemption They haunt the peeling walls With faces once so kind Seen only in forsaken dreams Left behind Grasping at butterflies That never left the cocoon Bleeding for mistakes That never bloomed Rain sketches silver lines That might be tears If only there were feeling here The Sun can't pierce This fog built by time Pain, growth, the same design The wind creaks doors Always open, never crossed And those still locked Protect whole worlds, untouched They haunt the peeling walls With faces once so kind Seen only in forsaken dreams Left behind Colors unseen Forms unlived Buried in the dark This nightmare echoes Everywhere Screaming carpe diem From crumbling bark Scrawled in sand Of western shores Only seen When the Sun bleeds low They haunt the peeling walls With faces once so kind Seen only in forsaken dreams Left behind Care for the eternal The rest will find its way They haunt the peeling walls With faces once so kind Seen only in forsaken dreams Left behind