I am the scream that cannot rise,
The hollow void behind my eyes,
Drowned beneath the ink-black skies,
Where silence suffocates, and lies.

In this cold and empty sea,
I float in dreams, yet cannot flee,
The hands that grasp, the shadows' plea,
They pull me down, eternally.

A drowning breath, a choking curse,
Each beat a curse, each thought worse,
In the depths, I hear the verse,
Of souls that call—reversed.