Manic Panic
The Black Dahlia
- Jan 5, 2025
- 792
I walked alone through endless gray,
Where hope would flicker then slip away.
A fragile thread, now torn apart,
The breaking point within my heart.
I wear a mask of quiet grace,
But loneliness I can't erase.
No voice to shout, no tears to fall,
Just empty echoes in these walls.
I reach for hands that aren't there,
A hollow room, an empty stare.
In silence trapped, I fight, I bleed...
A quiet war no one can heed.
So I slipped into the dark unknown,
To find a place where I am gone
Where pain could finally cease to be,
And quiet claimed the pieces of me.
But in that stillness, cold and deep,
No one was there to hear me weep.
A final breath, a fading spark,
Lost forever in the dark.
Where hope would flicker then slip away.
A fragile thread, now torn apart,
The breaking point within my heart.
I wear a mask of quiet grace,
But loneliness I can't erase.
No voice to shout, no tears to fall,
Just empty echoes in these walls.
I reach for hands that aren't there,
A hollow room, an empty stare.
In silence trapped, I fight, I bleed...
A quiet war no one can heed.
So I slipped into the dark unknown,
To find a place where I am gone
Where pain could finally cease to be,
And quiet claimed the pieces of me.
But in that stillness, cold and deep,
No one was there to hear me weep.
A final breath, a fading spark,
Lost forever in the dark.
