Letras
I cross the room,
And the air grows dense
Where wall meets wall,
Where silence bends.
A breath held still
Inside the dark -
I feel the corner
Watch my heart.
It doesn't move.
It doesn't breathe.
It stands in shadow,
Inside of me.
I look ahead -
The space is bare.
But shift my eyes -
And something's there.
A shape arranged
From deeper night,
As if it waited
For my sight.
Not just a shadow -
But a stance,
The point the room
Keeps its glance.
No voice is heard,
And yet I know -
A low vibration
Starts to grow.
It hums within
My bones, my chest,
A wordless message
Laid to rest.
A meaning formed
Before it's spoken:
"I see you."
Unbroken.
The corner sentinel -
Silent, still,
Knowing more of me
Than I ever will.
The corner sentinel -
It doesn't fade.
It marks the place
Where the world is made.
It simply waits
And never leaves -
A watcher carved
From walls and eaves.
At times it shapes
A human frame -
Shoulders, spine,
A nameless name.
A hollow face,
A standing form,
The room reshaped
Into a storm.
Darkness stretched
To match its will -
A figure born
Of something still.
I leave the room,
But not the gaze.
It follows through
The hallway's maze.
Corners pass
My presence on -
A chain of watchers