In the realm of shadows, humanity fades like the last flicker of a dying star.
When the mask slips, what remains is the truth of emptiness.
I am the echo of a forgotten dream, lost in the void of existence.
In the absence of feeling, I found freedom wrapped in silence.
Ive become a specter, wandering through the remnants of humanity’s warmth.
The heartbeats of the past are mere hauntings now.
To be human was once a burden; now its a distant memory.
Where empathy once flowed, now only a barren wasteland remains.
I traded my soul for the illusion of peace within the chaos.
In becoming nothing, I found the vastness of everything.
The chains of affection rusted away, leaving only the ghost of desire.
I observe the world like a book I cant read, pages flipped by an unseen hand.
No longer human, I embraced the worlds indifference with open arms.
Silent screams are the only echoes left in the hallways of my mind.
Once vibrant colors have turned to shades of gray in my existence.
In the depths of isolation, I discovered the beauty of my own oblivion.
I am the architect of my own detachment, crafting walls of solitude.
The laughter of the living feels distant, like a fading melody in the ether.
Ive unshackled my heart from the weight of connection.
In the mirror, I see a stranger; the reflection of a dream once alive.
I dance on the edge of reality, a marionette without strings.
Where love bloomed, only silence lingers, heavy and suffocating.
The labyrinth of my mind is a sanctuary for forgotten emotions.
Ive become the silence that answers questions never asked.
Breath is a reminder of life; Ive learned to hold my own.
I exist between the lines of sorrow and apathy, a ghost among the living.
The remnants of my humanity whisper like echoes in an empty room.
I walked away from the warmth of touch, into the cold arms of solitude.
Each heartbeat is a reminder of a life left behind.
I observe love as an outsider, a distant star in an orbit never reached.
In the ashes of my former self, I found a phoenix of indifference.
Time passes, but I remain tethered to the absence of feeling.
Ive shed the weight of hope like a snake sheds its skin.
The universe expands, yet my heart contracts into nothingness.
To lose my humanity was to gain a universe of my own.
I am an unfinished poem, written in a language lost to time.
In the absence of pain, I found my own kind of peace.
I wander the spaces between moments, an ethereal traveler.
Life becomes art when viewed through the lens of detachment.
The whispers of existence drown in the stillness of my being.
With every step, I carve a path away from the essence of humanness.
I relinquished the light; now I dwell in the shadows.
Every tear shed bore witness to a soul that no longer feels.
Humanity is a cloak Ive cast aside, heavy and stifling.
In my final metamorphosis, I became the silence that surrounds existence.