Do You See?

In twilight's grip, where shadows play,
I stand alone, and feel the sway.
Whispered sighs lead me astray,
As phantoms mock, and trust decays.

Walls once bright, now a sight,
Tarnished hues of sickly light.
In shifting patterns, left and right,
I sense the bloom of sorrow's blight.

This room breathes with a weary moan,
Cracks in plaster, overgrown.
Ivy tendrils, pale and lone,
Wrap round the heart of cold, gray stone.

The table here, with scars from time,
Holds memories of love's decline.
Dust enshrouded, once divine,
Now haunts the space where dreams unwind.

I see the mirror, cracked and smeared,
Reflecting faces I have feared.
Eyes void of hope, long disappeared,
I wonder if my mind has veered.

Pacing 'neath the chandelier,
Its crystal tears like bloodstains clear.
Dripping silence, drawing near,
To the precipice of reason sheer.

Does the room breathe? Or is it me,
Lost in some vile reverie?
In corners dark, where shadows flee,
A whisper calls, "Do you see? "

"Do you see what I see? " it chides,
Phantoms drift like restless tides.
Figures blurred, where truth divides,
My mind frays, my fear derides.

The bed, where once our hearts entwined,
Now empty, cold, with sheets confined.
Memories grasp in threads unkind,
Of love's departure, fate maligned.

Curtains flutter, ghostly white,
Stirring drafts in dead of night.
Mocking my dimming sight,
Whispers fuel my endless plight.

Bookshelves laden with tales of old,
Speak in tongues of stories told.
Madness creeping, silent, bold,
Words a shroud, my thoughts enfold.

The floorboards creak in mournful tone,
A symphony of sorrow known.
Each step a dirge, a sigh, a groan,
In this, my mind's decaying throne.

Fingers trace the peeling paint,
Where memories once vibrant, quaint.
Now bleed through walls, a sinner's taint,
Sanity's thread grows ever faint.

In candle's glow, a flicker brief,
Illuminates my darkest grief.
Shadows twist in stark relief,
The room dissolves—or is it belief?

Reaching out to touch the void,
Where once stood walls, now fear employed.
Tricking eyes, my mind destroyed,
Phantom jest, my hope devoid.

"Is this real, or just my mind? "
I whisper to the gloom confined.
Laughter echoes, cruel, unkind,
In this abyss, no peace to find.

The room contracts, a pulse of dread,
In sync with thoughts that spiral red.
A heartbeat lost, a life misled,
Phantoms dwell where hope is dead.

Through window panes, the moonlight weeps,
Silver tears for secrets kept.
In shadows deep, where silence creeps,
My soul into the darkness leapt.

Yet, is this room a phantom's game,
Or mind's deceit, a madness flame?
In twilight's grip, I bear the blame,
For love's demise, and trust's disdain.

In shadows thick, where memories fade,
I walk alone, by fear betrayed.
A tragic figure, slowly swayed,
By whispers soft, and ghosts' parade.

My grip on reality now lost,
In twilight's realm, my senses tossed.
The room shifts, a spectral frost,
My mind, the price, forever cost.

And still, the voices call to me,
In haunting tones of misery.
"Do you see? Do you see? "
I stand, forever lost, unseen.

The phantom whispers in my ear,
"I am the one you hear,
The one you should fear,
The one who is near.
I am here."