Half-Finished Torments

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Verse 1:
Broken frame, a blurred design,
Edges cut the ties to time.
Words suspended, left to fade,
Half-finished torments start to fray.

Chorus:
Weight that bends, but doesn’t fall,
Steps that echo through the hall.
Breaths uneven, raw and thin,
Half-finished torments pull me in.

Verse 2:
Glass unshattered, webs unwind,
A thread unspooled, a loop confined.
Shapes unspoken, shadows stay,
Half-finished torments fill the grey.

Chorus:
Weight that bends, but doesn’t fall,
Steps that echo through the hall.
Breaths uneven, raw and thin,
Half-finished torments pull me in.

Outro:
Nothing breaks, and nothing holds,
Just the silence growing cold.