In the shadows of a twisted truth,
Where cold regret wears a faded cloak,
I wander through a haunted past,
With midnight sorrow weaving every joke.
Drifting souls in a deserted dance,
Each step echoes secrets we won't share,
Reckless whispers float on the breeze,
Carrying the weight of unresolved despair.
Fragments of dreams, like glass on the floor,
Reflection of moments that slip through our hands,
In the silence, the memories roar,
A fragile heart held by invisible bands.
Tangled in shadows that flicker and fade,
Searching for light in the depths of the night,
Each heartbeat a reminder of risks I've made,
Yet, in this darkness, I fight for what's right.
A chorus of doubts sings softly to me,
With every regret, a lesson that's learned,
The flame of our truths flickers wildly,
As the bridge of our futures forever's burned.
So I gather the pieces, both shattered and whole,
Through the whispers and sorrows that haunt me so deep,
In the ruins of time, I reclaim my soul,
Finding the strength in the dreams that I keep.
In the still of the night, when the world fades away,
I'll dance with the ghosts of what is and could be,
For every cold regret will melt into day,
And I'll rise from the ashes, finally free.
Synthwave
Twisted truth, Cold regret, Haunted past, Midnight sorrow, Drifting souls, Reckless whispers, Shatte