The Overlook

From endless night, a vision forms beneath our feet A window to a truth no mortal's meant to see The fabric of reality splits wide and bare And locked between the threads, a figure writhing there The Overlook reveals what lies between The choice unmade, the moments in between A father caught in time's relentless scheme Neither dead nor living, neither wake nor dream His form dissolves and builds itself again in pain One moment reaching toward his wife through pouring rain Then shattering to find his son through years of grief Each version of himself in endless tortured sleep Watch him tear apart Watch him tear apart Watch him reconstruct Caught between two loves Two paths both corrupt Neither choice complete Neither fully real Addicted to maybes That's the devil's deal The Overlook reveals what lies between The choice unmade, the moments in between A father caught in time's relentless scheme Neither dead nor living, neither wake nor dream Trapped in the spaces of what could have been Trapped in the spaces of what could have been The void begins to tremble at this cursed display As time itself recoils from choices made halfway His flesh becomes a canvas for what might have been Each possibility, a wound that won't begin to mend Trapped in the spaces of what could be Trapped in the spaces of what could have been