Alone, me and myself seeking peace Chasing duality, missing that old piece An endless loop there's no way to cease. A worn chair, a dusty, fractured mirror My slender features, ravaged by terror A devilish whisper calls, low and sore: "Mi amor." Fingertips trace cracks along the glass, Splintered lines where memories pass. Shadows dance and smirk at my stare, Mocking the weight of burdens I bear. Whose voice echoes in this hollow room? Mine or a phantom’s—blurring the tune. Yearning for silence yet fearing the void, Lost between solace and being destroyed. If I reach out, will I grasp the air? Or find a ghost still lingering there? Am I the hunter or am I the prey, Trapped in a game where both must stay?