Entwined Shadows

All alone in your head,
yet I hear the echoes—
breeding odds against sleep,
a restless tide pulling us under.
Disappearing life,
like whispers lost in fog—
we slip toward a pit
where light dares not tread.

Deeds of loss pile up,
one by one, like stones
in the pockets of our souls.
An active role in a demise
we cannot name—
whether yours or mine,
his or hers—
it doesn’t matter;
the end is the same.

For a life within another
is a slow, silent thief,
stealing breath from the spaces
between us.
Your dreams become mine,
my fears bleed into yours,
and together we drift
on the edge of collapse.

Sleep fades like a dying star,
a distant glimmer swallowed
by the void.
And we, entwined shadows,
keep falling deeper,
arms wrapped tight
around the darkness
we cannot release.

In this shared abyss,
where boundaries blur
and names are forgotten,
we lose ourselves
in the hollow comfort
of knowing the end
will come—
and when it does,
we will be as one.