In the shadows where the daylight seldom creeps,
Crumbling walls whisper secrets that the silence keeps,
With every heartbeat, there’s a rhythm in the air,
An electric pulse that dances with despair.
Burning edges where the night meets the flame,
A fractured mirror reflecting all our shame,
Lost horizons in the corners of my mind,
Chasing specters of the dreams we left behind.
Through dissonant waves, the echoes softly call,
Soundtrack of the chaos in this crumbling hall,
Reaching out for solace, just a fleeting grace,
But the shadows grip tighter, they won’t leave a trace.
The city’s pulse races, though the night feels cold,
Stories trapped in darkness, waiting to be told,
Fading like the stars that flicker in the sky,
We’re caught in this moment, wondering why.
Every heartbeat throbs, merging with the night,
In the wreckage of our past, we’ll find our light,
Through the burning edges, the ashes will ignite,
A fire that won’t falter, blazing through the fright.
Chasing lost horizons, we’ll redefine our fate,
In the ashes of our struggles, we’ll find something great,
The dissonant waves will harmonize at last,
Through the echoes of the future, we’ll rise from the past.
So let the electric pulse guide us through the pain,
With crumbling walls behind us, we’ll dance in the rain,
Each heartbeat a reminder of our strength and care,
As we find our way forward, together we'll declare.
In the end, it’s the journey that should define our call,
Through burning edges and lost horizons, we’ll never fall.
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Electric pulse, crumbling walls, burning edges, lost horizons, dissonant waves
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Electric pulse, crumbling walls, burning edges, lost horizons, dissonant waves