The sky bleeds fire in waves of red and gold,
A burning veil that melts the twilight air.
The winds speak tongues no mortal dare behold,
And echo screams too deep for souls to bear.

My feet are chained upon this trembling plank,
While friends walk on, untouched by dread or flame.
The world tilts back, the seas and heavens sank—
And nothing, nothing, ever feels the same.

What is this fear that claws beneath my skin?
Not death, but life, exposed and stripped of guise.
A storm within, where silence cannot win,
And terror takes the shape of hollow cries.

I scream—but even I don’t hear the sound,
As if my soul no longer walks this ground.