Eternal Fractured Whisper

Letra

It is not dark. It is watching. The night has learned my shape And now wears it from the inside, Like something unfinished Trying to remember how to be alive. My thoughts are no longer mine— They arrive already screaming, Dragging splinters of foreign skies Through the corridors of my skull. There is a mouth behind every idea. It opens. It opens. It does not close. Language collapses into teeth. Meaning curdles into wet, crawling things That whisper my name In voices I have never owned. I tried to remain singular— But I am outnumbered within. Something counts me incorrectly. Again. Again. Again. The walls of perception bend inward, Soft as diseased flesh, Pulsing with a rhythm That does not belong to time. I see angles that should not survive seeing. I hear colors decomposing. I taste the geometry of endings. There is no outside anymore. Only layers of inside, Folding, breeding, Multiplying without origin— A cathedral grown from errors. My reflection is late. It moves after me. It is learning. I am being rehearsed. Every thought repeats with slight distortion, Like a ritual performed by something That has never understood its purpose, But refuses to stop. Stop. Stop. Stopstopstopstop— There is no silence here. Only the sound of something thinking me Into worse versions of myself, Over and over, Until even the concept of “self” fractures Into a swarm of unfinished screams. I cannot locate the center. I cannot locate the end. I cannot— I I I I I I I I I— The night is no longer around me. It has replaced the mechanism By which I exist. And something deeper than darkness— Something without name, without boundary— Is trying to finish me. But it does not know how. So it keeps trying. Forever.