In the shadows of digital souls,
We wander through the haze,
Toxic air hangs thick and cold,
Lost amidst these silent screams that blaze.
Painted stars in a fractured sky,
Whisper dreams of when we dared to fly,
Midnight waves crash on empty shores,
Where memories linger, but life restores.
Every heartbeat, an echoing cry,
Robbed of breath beneath neon lights,
Ivory tears glisten like whispered lies,
Together alone in the silent nights.
The past is a canvas, rich yet torn,
Fleeting moments, lost and worn,
Caught in the ebb of a restless tide,
Searching for solace where shadows abide.
Oh, how we stumbled through twisted tales,
With hearts like anchors, dragging through gales,
Yet in the darkness, we sparkled bright,
Fighting the demons that haunt the night.
Every whisper, a chance to reclaim,
The truth in our veins, it sparkles like flame,
A dance on the edge of what we can be,
In the depths of our wounds, we find victory.
As dawn breaks, and the night fades away,
We gather our pieces, not led astray,
Walking through memories, hand in hand,
On velvet graves, we firmly stand.
Among painted stars that guide our way,
We'll chase the dawn, come what may,
And in the stillness, our spirits will rise,
For every echo, a promise that lies.
In the end, we’ll weave a new song,
With echoes of courage where we belong.
Through the wreckage, we’ll find our grace,
In the heart of the darkness, we’ve carved our place.
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Digital souls, Toxic air, Silent screams, Painted stars, Midnight waves, Ivory tears, Velvet graves