In a world of broken mirrors,
I search for what remains,
Fragments of forgotten moments,
Lost within these empty veins.
Toxic dreams like shadows cling,
Whispers in the night,
Silent storms that rage inside,
Turning wrongs into a fight.
Underneath a bleeding sky,
Where colors fade to gray,
I wear this hollow crown of hope,
Hiding pain beneath the sway.
With every step, a shadow dance,
Each movement tells a tale,
Of how the light can falter,
When the heart begins to pale.
But in the dark, a flicker glows,
A spark that starts to rise,
Through shattered glass and weary hearts,
We'll find a way to prize.
So breathe the air and feel the ache,
Let these wounds fall away,
For even in the brokenness,
A new dawn breaks the day.
And as the echoes softly fade,
We find our strength in scars,
In every lost reflection,
We shine like distant stars.
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Broken mirrors, Empty veins, Toxic dreams, Silent storms, Bleeding sky, Hollow crown, Shadow dance