Time fades.  
Time vanishes—  
silent as mist in morning light.  
But time returns,  
heavy, suffocating—  
a phantom gripping my throat.  

Love, do you hear me?  
Love, do you see me?  
Cradle me, break these chains!  
This hatred grips me still,  
tight as iron, cold as night.  
Fold me into your arms—  
don’t let me drown in silence.  

Give my voice a reckoning,  
Rip open the silence,  
Gather my shattered soul,  
Mend me with mercy  
before I disappear.  

Tear these walls apart,  
Love me into freedom.  
Unravel me with peace,  
Soulish me to life—  
before it’s too late.