I walk alone on the edge of death,

a cracked veneer of borrowed flesh.

The cold winds whisper: you’re alone,

a shadow stitched to hollow bone.

Eyes like caves that hold no flame,

A familiar face with a stranger’s name.

It mocks the quiet, feeds the ache,

a drowning heart in a still-black lake.

Every step, the ground dissolves,

questions rise but never solve.

The sun retracts its golden claws,

leaving me to count my flaws.

Time, a thief, she steals my voice,

Leaves silence as my only choice.

I am but a ghost in a woman’s skin,

Dig the grave, I’ll climb right in.

In the end, I will be discarded,

a captive of the war I started,

Shotgun shells on the battlefield,

My wounds are gaping, my fate is sealed.

The world, it turns away from me,

It does not wish to notice me.

Oh, but even the blind can see

the only enemy is me.