Phantom's Grid

Stepped in the void where the echoes don't sleep. Every shadow got a name, every promise I keep. Fingers on the glass, frost bitten in the heat. Dreams so heavy, sinking deeper than the street. Footsteps drag concrete, whisper sins. Time moves crooked where the spiral begins. Crows in my chest, wings beating my skin. Eyes like a knife cutting truth paper thin. Stitches in the shadow, they pull, They tear. Hands in the darkness, but nobody there. Running through the fog, I choke on the air. Stitches in the shadow, they pull, They tear. Soul stitched together with threads of decay. Heartbeat knocking like it's lost its way. Maps in the scars, paths I never obey. Night eats the day, I'm the predator's prey. Silhouettes dance, but the music's a lie. Tongues of the wicked whisper truths that die. Mirror cracks wide, but it still won't cry. Carrying the weight, no wings to fly. Clocks spin backward, the hours all bleed. Time's a sharp tool carving what I need. Shadows keep secrets, but shadows mislead. Roots in the graveyard, I plant the seed.