In the heart of collapse, where echoes find their way,
The relentless pounding whispers secrets of the fray.
We dance among the remnants, left behind from what we know,
With shadows tracing outlines of the dreams we let go.
The city’s pulse is racing, a heartbeat in the void,
We search for signs of solace, in moments we enjoyed.
But the walls are shifting closer, as the night begins to seep,
And the fragments of our history lock us into sleepless keep.
Oh, can you hear it calling, like a siren in the dark?
It weaves a thread of memories, that ignite a fading spark.
Fingers crossed and wishes cast upon the ashes of our flame,
In the silence, all the laughter feels like an echo of a name.
As we navigate the shadows, each step a heavy weight,
The relentless truth surrounding builds a path we contemplate.
Yet I find a kind of beauty in the chaos all around,
In the remnants of our story, there’s a strength that can be found.
Through the storms and shattered whispers, we’ll redefine the light,
Carving memories from moments, illuminating night.
And though we feel the tremors of a world that’s come undone,
Within the heart of collapse, we’ll rise stronger, never shunned.
So let the shadows linger, let them dance upon our skin,
For every pulse a promise, a new journey to begin.
In the heart of what is falling, we’ll stand firm, we’ll stand tall,
Embracing every heartbeat, we’ll find beauty in it all.
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