Caught in the grind, I’m losing the light,
Concrete veins pulse, tangled up tight,
A faded rhythm, low-sound whispers,
Echo my thoughts like ghostly figures.
Visions glitch, they flicker and fade,
In the depths of night where the secrets invade,
Drifting through shadows, my mind lets it flow,
Dancing on edges, nowhere to go.
Lost in a maze of the thoughts that I’m chasing,
Heart on my sleeve, the beat keeps on pacing,
Hustle through chaos, I’m searching for clues,
In a loop of regret, I'm drowning in blues.
Back to the grind, can’t shake off the past,
Faded pulse beating, comes heavy and fast,
Under the streetlights, I’m losing my way,
Feeling the glitch as I walk through the gray.
Secrets untold in the night’s silent hum,
Finding the strength as the worries succumb,
Concrete shows scars where the dreams were laid bare,
But in the dark alley, I’m gasping for air.
Built from the rubble, I rise like a spark,
No fading away, I’m igniting the dark,
Glitch in the moment, I’m shifting the flow,
I’ll find my own path, wherever it goes.
Resilient heart beats, can’t stop what is real,
In this city of echoes, I’m ready to heal,
Embracing the struggle, let it lead me that way,
With every breath taken, I’ll find my own sway.
So here's to the journey, the highs and the lows,
Through concrete veins, and where faded pulse grows,
In the rhythm of life, I’ll craft my own tale,
With a secret flow, I will never derail.
And as the dawn breaks, I’ll stand tall and free,
Breaking through the glitch, it’s just who I’ll be.
Trap
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