Shane, Kim, And The Ruin Between

Shane moved through the night like a ghost in his skin, 
Chasing sparks of attention to quiet the din. 
Not for praise, not for love, not for fleeting acclaim 
Just to silence the darkness that whispered his name. 

Inside him, a void carved its cold, hollow throne, 
A place where he battled his demons alone. 
People saw chaos, the noise, the display, 
But never the shadows that dragged him away. 

He lived in a fortress built out of despair, 
Walls forged from memories too heavy to bear. 
Pain laid the stonework, sorrow the seam, 
And he wandered its corridors lost in a dream. 

Then came Kim, with a smile that could fracture the night, 
A flicker of warmth in his world without light. 
For a moment, he hoped she might soften the pain
But she chose her own demons instead of Shane. 

She drifted to darkness he knew all too well, 
A path paved in powder and personal hell. 
He reached out to save her, but she slipped through his hand, 
Leaving him stranded in that desolate land. 

Her absence cut deeper than any of his scars, 
A wound that still echoes like distant, dead stars. 
She chose the high's promise, the numbness, the lie, 
While Shane faced the shadows that wanted him to die. 

He clawed at the walls, but they swallowed his light, 
Pulling him deeper into the marrow of night. 
Motivation dissolved like smoke in his grasp, 
Leaving him breathless with nothing to clasp. 

The world called it weakness, not seeing the cost, 
Not knowing the nights when he felt he was lost. 
Rock bottom for Shane wasn't one sudden fall
It was wandering darkness with no end at all. 

Yet somehow he rose from the grip of that place, 
A survivor of torment carved deep in his face. 
He speaks now with truth forged from suffering and pain, 
A voice resurrected from storms that remain. 

And in telling his story, in naming the stain, 
The world sees the darkness that shaped him 
and the strength in the man called Shane.