In the heart of a ghost town, shadows creep,
Whispers of the past, secrets that we keep,
Rumbling echoes from the cracked skin streets,
Life once thrived here, now it’s bittersweet.
Every corner shadowed, rhythm of the night,
Flickering streetlights trying to fight the fright,
Memories dance like phantoms in the mist,
Holding on to dreams that nobody can twist.
Faded graffiti tells a tale of the bold,
Stories wrapped in silence, legends left untold,
Underneath the surface, where the ghosts reside,
In this desolate haven, there's nowhere to hide.
Ticking clocks sound heavy like a heartbeat's sigh,
Caught in the limbo where the lost ones lie,
Broken bottles scatter, shimmering with pain,
Living in the echoes like a haunting refrain.
Caught in the trap of what's real and what's not,
Every step I take, the memories still plot,
Searching for a melody, a rhythm to reclaim,
In the shadowed streets, I'm calling out your name.
Feel the bass thump heavy, let it shake the ground,
In this ghostly silence, all I hear is sound,
Fleeting moments trapped in midnight's embrace,
Seeking solace in the darkness, searching for my place.
But as the dawn approaches, the shadows fade away,
Sunrise on the horizon, bringing light to break the gray,
In this abandoned city, hope’s alive and found,
Finding strength in heartbeats, rebuilding from the ground.
Together we can rise up, dance to our own beat,
Turn this ghost town vibrant, make the story sweet,
No more cracked skin sorrow, just a luminous skin,
With every single rhythm, we’ll let the life begin.
So here within these shadows, let's make one last vow,
In the heart of this ghost town, we'll claim our moment now.
Trap
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