Enigmatic Echoes: The Dance of a Fragmented Soul

 In the realm of shadows, I tread a fragile line,

A path of shattered childhood, a future undefined.
My mind, a traitor, betrays passions once adored,
In this enigmatic paradox, a life's cost ignored.

Within, a battle rages, a stolen childhood's plight,
A past unerasable, etched in shadows and in light.
Time's relentless march, eyelids heavy, weighted woe,
Laughter's grace replaced by scars that always show.

My hands, like asphalt, trace a tearless, worn facade,
Enslaved by haunting thoughts, in shadows I applaud.
I'm forged from 'something,' in a body that's confined,
A life half-lived, in the clutches of the undefined.

I am the enigma, a reflection shrouded deep,
A corpse concealed, in uncertainty, I sleep.
I'm everything and nothing in this mystic dance,
The culprit, the obedient thrall of life's dark trance.