Shadows bloom like fleeting art
Whispers carve into my heart
Fragments drift where silence sings
Fading edges, tethered strings
They rise in cracks of fleeting light
A breath, a pulse, a weightless fight
Oh, the ghosts that linger near
Cold as mist, sharp and clear
They move through fractures, soft but wild
A haunting hymn, a restless child
Footsteps waltz on splintered stone
Faint reflections, not my own
Flames flicker, shadows bend
Cycles start where endings end
They weave through space, dissolve in air
A touch, a trace, they're always there
Oh, the ghosts that linger near
Cold as mist, sharp and clear
They pull the strings, they sing their ache
A fragile hum, a truth that breaks
Not here to harm, not here to stay
They rise, they fall, they drift away
A fleeting song, a shapeless form
The calm that follows every storm
Oh, the ghosts that linger near
Cold as mist, sharp and clear
They move through fractures, soft but wild
A haunting hymn, a restless child
And as they fade, the silence hums
A hollow light where shadows come
Still they hover, soft and strange
Ghosts that linger, but never change