Shadows in the Hallways

I am the shadow that walks the hallways while you sleep. Silent as regret, carved in secrets I keep. I step through the doors, begin the walk— No need for words, no time for talk.

Fluorescent flicker, vending hum, The day is gone, the night has come. I trade the noise for muted tone, Where whispers echo, and I roam alone.

I know the rhythm of your midnight breath, The twitch of your feet, the scent of death. Not here to judge, nor here to save, Just marking time between cradle and grave.

A call light blinks like a ticking bomb, The halls stay quiet, but never calm. I pass the rooms where secrets lie, Where some hang on, and some say goodbye.

The Code came fast, with fists and fear— I stepped in close, and drew in near. No thanks required, no glory sought, I do the work that must be wrought.

I walk the grounds beneath the moon, Where shadows stretch and endings loom. Out by the dock, the silence sings, And something waits with ragged wings.

The coffee’s cold, the air sits still, This kind of peace can feel like chill. The world outside keeps dreaming on, While I hold watch until it’s gone.

The sun returns with quiet grace, Light crawls across this worn-out place. I fade like mist, unseen, unnamed— Standing proud, I have no shame.

I am the shadow that walks the hallways while you sleep. I carry the silence, through a promise buried deep.