Come help me

Another day,
the same story—

reaching out to something

that isn’t there.

Calling into emptiness

where not even echoes

dare return.

A shadowless figure wanders,

gaze locked on the floor,

a heart burdened

by a weight too heavy to name.

Where did my light go?

When did my heart

cease its rhythm?

It feels like just yesterday

it danced,

unaware of the beat

that made it alive.

Now—

silence.

A dark sky looms,

the shell of a man

lies beneath,

weary of asking why.

No words,

only tears,

watching stars

that do not answer.

Begging for breath,

none comes.

What sin did he commit

to die so quietly?

What flame was crushed

without pain,

so slowly,

that he never even screamed?

If you're reading this—

come.

Come fast.

This shell is closing in,

and I—I want to live.

I want to beat.

But this man…

has died.

Come help me.