In the shadows where I wander,
Through electric haze, my mind’s a thunder,
Chasing echoes of a fractured past,
Burning edges where the memories clash.
Fleeting truths, they dance like flames,
Illusions whispering uncertain names,
I paint the scars that no one sees,
In this shattered dawn, I feel the freeze.
Chasing fleeting whispers in the night,
With every heartbeat, I lose the fight,
My voice dissolves in the silence found,
Among the ashes of the broken ground.
With splintered hopes, I write my fate,
Searching for light, but it’s always late,
Every step’s a battle, every breath a war,
In the empty spaces, I find what’s sore.
Electric haze wraps around my soul,
A refuge in chaos, a dark control,
Burning edges of all I knew,
Crumbling walls, they constrict and skew.
Fleeting truths, they pull and sway,
I’m caught in a maze where shadows play,
I’ll gather threads from the dreams we had,
In the shattered dawn, I wear the mad.
But there’s a whisper through the pain,
A fragile hope that still remains,
With every dawn, the light will creep,
And in that moment, my heart can leap.
So I’ll rise from ashes, embrace the scars,
Dance in the pulse of the shooting stars,
For though I’m lost, I know I’ll roam,
In splintered hopes, I’ll find my home.
Alternative
Splintered hopes, electric haze, burning edges, fleeting truths, shattered dawn
Alternative
Splintered hopes, electric haze, burning edges, fleeting truths, shattered dawn