The deeper you go, the thinner the line between what is real
And what is merely a shadow of your regrets
The question remains, Roje
Will you find your way back
Or will you become another ghost of The Twilight Zone?
I close my eyes, the silence hums
Lost in a world where the echoes run
Shadows stretch across my mind
Flickering thoughts, distorted lines
Reflections ripple, but they don't move
Is that me, or just the truth?
A version lost in time and space
Or a ghost that took my place?
I hear myself in the static
A voice I've long ignored
Falling through the fabric
Of a world I can't restore