In the Void Where Light and Shadow somehow never meet,
Darkness absolute, a void so deep, Where sight fails and senses weep. Am I form or formless thought? In this nothingness, I'm caught.
No limbs to feel, no flesh to know, In this realm where no winds blow. Identity slips, a fading dream, In this place, nothing's as it seems.
Yet pain persists, a cruel reminder, Of life beyond this spectral binder. A grave-like prison, neither here nor there, Trapped between realms, gasping for air.
Light and shadow wage their war, Just beyond my prison door. Flickers of hope, then crushing night, An endless cycle, wrong and right.
"Help," I cry, but words are weak, In this void where echoes speak. "Please," I beg, to sages and gods unknown, "Free me from this Grave zone."
Am I boy, or man, or shade? In this battle, lines do fade. Between the light and dark I lie, Neither living nor to die.
