(Narration)
In the shadowed corners of my mind,
A flicker of reason begins to fade.
Memories dissolve like ash in the wind,
Leaving only whispers of anguish and decay.
The mirror reflects a face I no longer know,
Twisted and fractured by endless nights.
Each breath feels like a dirge,
Each thought a spiral into unending blackness.
The walls close in, their silence a scream,
A heavy weight of things unseen.
I claw at the void, but it answers with dread,
A voice inside whispers, "You're already dead."
Boundaries of madness, a line I can't find,
Every step forward corrodes my mind.
I am the prey, hunted by my own despair,
A dying soul gasping in poisoned air.
Prologue: In a city cloaked in apathy,
Where lives intersect like ghosts,
One soul, bound by compassion,
Found solace in giving, unnoticed, unasked.
But fate weaves tales of cold irony—
A twist where silence answers pain,
And the giver becomes the forgotten.
Beneath the weight of neon lights,
Echoes shiver in vacant eyes.
Steps falter on that cruel, grey stone,
A stumble, a crash—a broken moan.
Life leaks crimson into cracks unseen,
The crowd flows on, an unfeeling stream.
Hands once raised to lift the frail,
Now tremble, cold, alone and pale.
Who now would pause to share the breath,
When silence carves the path to death?
Whispers of past voices dim,
The heart once warm, now frozen within.
Lips part to plead, to find, to know—
Nothing but shadows shifting slow.
No savior, no solace, no peace in sight,
Only the fading of the world into night.
Invisible, until we fall,
Disposable, when we’ve given all.
Are we not more than tools of gain?
Is there no worth outside the chain?
The mask is torn, the soul laid bare,
Awareness grows—a searing glare.
A voice, once soft, now fierce with truth,
Cries out against this hollow ruse:
"We live unseen, forgotten, trampled low,
Until utility’s breath we show."
Outro (Reflection):
So walks the unseen, no longer blind,
A martyr of thought, in anger confined.
Yet amidst this storm of silent screams,
A fragile hope, fractured, redeems:
One day, not by need or role,
Will they see a human whole.
