While chasing your ghost, I became one myself,
A shadow lost on a forgotten shelf.
Your whispers lingered in the midnight air,
Leading me deeper, though you weren’t there.
I followed your footsteps, faint and cold,
Through paths where memories silently unfold.
The echoes called, a haunting refrain,
Each step closer, yet bound by pain.
The mirror showed a hollowed face,
Eyes like wells, empty of ...