In the obsidian cavern of my mind Tendrils coil around forgotten dreams, Their silent hiss a lullaby of guilt and fear Echoing through halls I dare not tread by day. In memory’s dying ember-light Shards of regret glint sharp as winter’s breath, Fracturing hope to reveal the scars I buried deep beneath ashen vows. A hollow wind stirs embers of doubt, Shadows dance upon my ribs in hollow shapes, Their whispered truths carved from sleepless nights, Yet none can dim the spark I clutch within. For in that ink‑black void there pulses life A stubborn flame, faint but unextinguished, Yearning to scorch the dark and lead me home.