In tangled threads of thought I twist and weave,
A hidden truth that none can quite perceive.
I speak in silence, though my voice is clear,
Yet those who seek me find no answers near.
My language shifts with every turn and glance,
A dance of symbols locked in cryptic trance.
I dwell in patterns, fractured, sharp, and cold,
The secrets kept are worth their weight in gold.
The keys you seek are scattered, hidden well,
In chains of code where countless shadows dwell.
Unlock me once, and I will change again,
A maze of letters built to blind the men.
I am the ghost inside the numbered walls,
The whisper found where every cipher falls.
I guard the truth with riddles dark and deep,
And in my grasp, the silent knowledge sleeps.
Who am I, that bends the words you know?
A puzzle twisting, hidden in the flow.
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Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP)
PuisiIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...
