In the silence of the night, I feel the rage,
A storm within is building, breaking from its cage.
Descent into the shadows, where the whispers creep,
I howl against the memories that haunt my restless sleep.
The pulse of thunder carries through my veins,
A symphony of chaos, where the bitter remains.
Each crack of lightning mirrors every scar,
I’m chasing after fragments of a life that’s fallen far.
Connections made in darkness, they fracture and divide,
Beneath the weight of longing there’s nowhere left to hide.
The shadows scream my name, but I refuse to break,
I’ll rise from this abyss, for I’ve learned from every ache.
So unleash the fire, let the wild winds blow,
I’ll carve my own path through the weight of sorrow.
In this dance of fury, I’ll find my way back home,
With every step I take, I won’t walk alone.
And as the echoes linger, I’ll reclaim what’s mine,
The howl of truth will guide me, through the ruins left behind.
With a pulse that radiates the strength I’ve had to find,
I’ll embrace the fractured pieces, no longer intertwined.
From the ashes of despair, I’ll rise to claim my part,
In the wreckage of the night, I’ll stitch together art.
With every note, I’ll sing of battles fought and won,
For in the howl of night, my journey has begun.
So when the darkness comes, I won’t flinch, I won’t run,
I’ll embrace the raging tide, and let my spirit stun.
In a world that’s always breaking, I’ll stand firm, I’ll stand apart,
With echoes of resilience, I’ll mend my fractured heart.
Rock
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