π΄π ππππ ππ πππππ π.
My name is nobody,
and yet the night still calls for me
as if my soul had spent centuries
whispering your name into its cracks.
I am the shadow behind your shadows,
the wound that breathes in silence
when your heart tries to forget.
I am what cannot be seen,
yet follows you
like a broken prayer.
I love you from an abyss so deep
that even death fears to enter.
There, where time rots,
where all that exists
collapses into a murmur of ashes;
there, even there,
my love for you remains untouchedβ
dark, indestructible, fatal.
For you are my shattered destiny,
my condemned eternity,
the kind of beauty that hurts to behold
and yet I can never escape.
The echo of your soul
pulls me like an ancient lament,
as if we were two shadows
bound by the same wound.
Let the world say I donβt exist,
that my name is nobody,
that my love is madness.
Let them speak.
Only you know
that deep within your ruins
my shadow is the last to remain,
the only one who loves you
when there is nothing left to save.
β‘