Chapter 8 : Driftlines

 


Bismuth drifts where shadows tread,

A ghost within a world half-dead.

No spark to light, no fire to chase,

Just empty space and hollow grace.


Once the current flowed with light,

Now it pulls him deep from sight.

The chains of want, the weight of need,

A shattered soul, a broken creed.


The world outside, so brightly spun,

Yet here he stands, a fading one.

In silent cries, his mind’s refrain—

A life unwound, a heart in pain.


He sought the edge where answers lie,

But found no wings to help him fly.

No hand to hold, no light to guide,

Just drifting further, lost inside.


The system hums, the wheels still turn,

While Bismuth burns, while Bismuth yearns.

He hunts for meaning, but it slips—

A fractured dream on poisoned lips.


Beneath the glow, beneath the sheen,

He whispers truths that none have seen.

In empty spaces, in the dark,

Bismuth searches for a spark.


To be continued...


Δύο (Dyo)Land Dyostrum


© 2025 Ly DeSandaru

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