The Threshold of Error

Something shifts inside me, sudden and strange...
A whisper rises—
nothing you're hearing holds any truth.
Sidestepping illusion...
how far can we really go?

All at once, across my outer world...
all noise falls silent,
as if in a voice grown thin, it confesses—
love alone will banish the fear of death;
this self of mine, like a trusted companion,
melts into your feeling.

Sudden, in this crush of competing claims...
I feel unwanted,
my own face fades—
nothing I've gained, nothing truly mine?

Then someone inside my chest
weighs down my breath, layer by layer, with stone—
is all of this just the debt of atonement?

Sudden, when tears run dry,
my eyes remain incomplete—
like treasure hidden even in the depths.