As midnight approaches and the clock runs down, look around your walls. The air in that room belongs to you.

Loneliness wears the face of night. Even when the room is full of voices, even when your loved ones sit

Once you reached for me like I was the only shore. Now your hand stops short, like the water’s already

Once you looked at me like I was solid ground. Now your eyes slide past like I’m already gone. I

They feed on silence, lace every word with doubt, small, fragile, breakable feelings stir. And it is believed. The darkness

Pure fire, every nerve awake. Fleeting connections that burn through the silence. The world bends to your will for one

You were never an echo. You were Ecco. Beautiful, sick and terminal. Both of them, always. Blood remembers what the

I swallowed my guilt like broken glassand smiled through the blood. Each night I claw back into the same wound,

I’ve done soul-crushing mistakes. Stains that never fade. I’m not proud anymore. They hide in my silence. Devouring me alive.

Still chasing the fire I know I should not touch. Still choosing the storm over fragile silence. Sorries fall like