Beneath industrial shadows, the world feels so small,
Midnight signals flicker, echoing the call.
Raw emotion surges, like a storm in the mind,
Digital pain lingers, but the heart’s still blind.
Through urban landscapes, where the lost souls roam,
I walk these broken rhythms, searching for home.
Silent cries linger, in the alleys and streets,
Haunting every heartbeat, where the heartbeat retreats.
Fragments of a memory, scattered on the ground,
Ghosts of our intentions, where the silence is loud.
Chasing after fleeting dreams, they slip through my hands,
In the neon glow of night, nobody understands.
The whispers of the city, they bleed into the dawn,
A tapestry of sorrow, woven until it's gone.
Colors bleed together, in this restless sprawl,
With every step I take, I feel the rise and fall.
Through every broken rhythm that we dare to survive,
We search for the connection that keeps the hope alive.
Each silent cry is a story, each signal a sign,
In the shadows of our battles, we’re learning to shine.
So let the midnight’s embrace cradle our pain,
In these concrete alleys, we find strength in the rain.
Together we’ll unravel what the darkness has spun,
For even in the shadows, we rise with the sun.
Underneath the surface, where the realness starts to play,
We breathe through the struggles, pushing fear away.
And as the night surrenders to the breaking light,
We walk through all the chaos, embracing what feels right.
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Industrial shadows, Midnight signals, Raw emotion, Digital pain, Urban landscapes, Broken rhythms, Silent cry
Alternative
Industrial shadows, Midnight signals, Raw emotion, Digital pain, Urban landscapes, Broken rhythms, Silent cry