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The screens glow bright in hollow rooms,

Yet silence hums beneath the sound,

A thousand voices, empty tombs,

Where weary souls are lost, unbound.

Each message sent, yet none received,

Illusions spun to be believed,

We drift, we fall between the night

Veils of grey, just Oblivion to light

A mirrored world of vacant eyes,

Reflections flicker, cold and weak,

Where truth dissolves in neon lies,

And longing dies before we speak.

We drift, we fall between the night

Veils of grey, just Oblivion to light

The weight of thought, a heavy chain,

Yet none who ask can break the pain

No one can break the pain!

A fragile thread,

a fading spark,

As time erodes

the light to dark

We drift, we fall between the night

Veils of grey, just Oblivion to light