Black Window

There’s a black window in the back of my mind,

A fracture in thought where shadows align.

It doesn’t open, it doesn’t close —

It watches me with eyes I know.

A silent scream behind the glass,

A version of me I couldn’t pass.

It shows the worst of all I’ve been,

And waits for me to let it in.

I see it blink in every night,

A mirror cracked by phantom light…

Black window, staring through me,

Dark twin born to undo me.

It sees the cracks, the fears I hide,

And whispers truths I’ve long denied.

Black window, bleeding sky —

It knows which part of me must die.

But I won’t break, I won’t obey —

Not today.

It fogs my vision, bends my spine,

Mocks the rhythm of my time.

It moves when I refuse to speak,

It grows more loud when I feel weak.

Every breath, it breathes me back,

A pulse inside the mental black.

I feel it pulling at my core —

But I won’t be what came before.

Is it me… or just a mask?

A past I locked behind the glass?

(Shatter me!)

(Burn it down!)

I will not wear your shadow crown!

Black window, fracture line,

You will not claim what’s still mine.

Your gaze may haunt, your voice may call,

But I will not let myself fall.

Black window, dark divine —

You're the ghost I leave behind.

I see you now… I seal you in…

You are not me. You’ll never win.