"Shadows"

You are not among the shadows — you are the shadow. Dissolved in a chorus of voices that tear you apart. Not a single face is real — they are all born of your failures, your defeats. You reach out — not for help, but because drowning in silence has become a habit. Every smear is something you tried to forget. Every color — a wound, covered with paint. You don’t wake up. You just open your eyes — to once again face what you fear the most: yourself. YAZƏM is when even in the reflection, you no longer recognize who you are — but still, you keep looking.