Shadow stretch,
they bend,
they break.
Whispers fall,
the earth will quake,
flickering frames.
A life untold,
dreams unraveled,
the night turns cold.
Through the silver screen we fall,
every frame a cut and call.
Are we free,
or just ghosts in a real unseen?
Fractured sky,
lines are blurred,
don't ask me why.
The script keeps shifting,
I lose my place.
