Requiem Without Witnesses

Neither shadow nor blood – only my name
Still whispers in a world that is slowly fading.
Did I truly exist? Or did I desire that
Which slides into death, while the sky remains its own?

Ancestors, like shadows, lead me through the darkness,
Their voice is wax, and memory is the crunch underfoot.
Must I live? Or give away to whom
This heart that held on through vices?

There was love – but was it ever real?
Or simply despair, dressed in embraces?
It is silent. I, wicked with my silence
Who carries herself through the soundlessness.

Oh soul, my sword is not for enemies,
But for that particle that still breathes.
Everything in me that is truth, and not dreams –
Let it vanish. Let death be quiet.