Mothman!

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The case fell cold beneath dead light,
No truth, no names, no trace in sight.
The monsters fade, they walk unseen,
While I’m left with what might have been.

No proof, they say. No trail, no sound.
Just silence pooled upon the ground.
No justice served. It's all obscene.
Fear remains where hope could have been.

A brick met bone in a blur of red,
They shattered my face, they struck my head.
Cheekbones broken, skull half-done,
They meant to leave me a dying one.
My blood ran out onto the floor,
Each second thinner than before—
They watched me fade, they left me there,
Between this world and empty air.

So tell me—why did I not die?
Why do these lungs still steal the sky?
Was I spared just to endure
A slower kind of torture, pure?

Each step I take, the world strikes back,
Each fragile heal becomes a crack.
I try to rise, I split in two—
The past knows exactly what to do.

My mind still stutters, skips in pain,
Some memories I can’t regain.
What they broke never healed the same,
Whole pieces gone, but I feel the flame.

Defeated hope drips down my spine,
A rusted bell that marks my time.
The things I’ve seen, the things I’ve known
Have carved their names into my bones.

This life undoes me every time
I dare to think I’m past the line.
Just when the scars begin to seal,
It peels them back to prove they’re real.

So here I breathe in borrowed air,
Lost thoughts linger in every stare.
Not spared by fate. Not set free.
Just left alive—
trying to remember me.