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There's a chill in the silence, a weight in the air, Empty rooms and vacant stares. But inside my mind, the voices swarm, A quiet storm that's growing warm.

Loneliness, my shadow, my ghost, In the darkest hours, it haunts me most. And these voices-they scream, they plead, Growing louder with each heartbeat.

Every thought's an endless thread, Woven deep inside my head. No one here to pull me free, Just whispers where my dreams should be.

I've begged for peace, to close my eyes, To calm the echoes, the endless lies. But the voices rise, I'm sinking fast, A wave of sound that holds me trapped.

Loneliness, my shadow, my ghost, In the darkest hours, it haunts me most. And these voices

they scream, they plead, Growing louder with each heartbeat.

So here I am, in the echo's grip, Drifting slow, starting to slip. In this quiet hell