A Coffin of Silence

Her life makes no sense;

her mind in a coffin of silence.

The whispers crowd the night

by a mirror split in light.

Chorus

She dances to a silent song,

a melody warped wrong.

She fights an enemy no one can see,

a war waged in her memory.

Confusion steals her name;

though each morning feeling the same.

Bleak voices, sonorous and exposed

deny her rest and quiet repose.

She wakes unsure what shape

the dreaded day will make.

Fear gathers, thick as smoke,

around her thoughts it chokes.

Chorus

She dances to a silent song,

a melody warped wrong.

She fights an enemy no one can see,

a war waged in her memory.

She writhes in pain she can't explain,

bound in invisible threads of strain.

Tethered tight yet torn apart,

veiled hands clutch her heart.

Hook

Her life makes no sense;

her mind in a coffin of silence.

Still she stands—thin and drained

frayed at every seam—maimed.

A soul in shadow cast,

yet somehow holding fast.