Soulless

I am but an echo, a breath undone,

a body that moves beneath no sun.

No warmth, no pulse, no tethered light,

just hollow steps in endless night.

My hands are cold, my veins run dry,

no fire flickers behind my eye.

I wear a face, I wear a name,

but neither feel like mine to claim.

The world hums on, a distant tune,

while I drift beneath a paper moon.

A shadow cast with nothing near,

a silent scream no one will hear.

I trace the edges of my skin,

searching for something deep within,

but all I find is empty space,

a void where once there was grace.

I speak, but words just slip away,

a voice that fades into decay.

I reach for something I can't see,

for a soul that was never meant to be.

And so I walk, a hollow thing,

no root to plant, no wings to bring.

A ghost, a shell, a dying spark,

lost forever in the dark.