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Shadows of the mind

In the cradle of midnight, where the nightmares creep,

A fractured heart awakens, in silence it weeps.

Echoes of thunder, in a storm of despair,

Broken glass reflections, show a soul laid bare.



Haunted by the whispers that claw at her skin,

In the depths of the darkness, where the shadows begin.




She fights through the night, but the scars never heal,

A prisoner of memories, that no one can feel.

In the labyrinth of sorrow, she’s lost in the grind,

A warrior of shadows, breaking chains in her mind.




With every heartbeat trembles, a thunderous scream,

Chased by the phantoms, that shatter her dream.

A tapestry of torment, stitched with threads of pain,

Wearing fear like armor, beneath a downpour of rain.



The light seems a stranger, in a world turned cold,

She’s a ghost of the future, a story untold.



She fights through the night, but the scars never heal,

A prisoner of memories, that no one can feel.

In the labyrinth of sorrow, she’s lost in the grind,

A warrior of shadows, breaking chains in her mind.



In a void of silence, where the echoes collide,

Drowning in the darkness, she’s lost in the tide.

Fingers clawing through silence, reaching for light,

But the shadows keep dragging her back into night.



Every breath is a battle, every moment a fight,

In the cage of her sorrow, she yearns for the light.

But no one sees the scars, no one hears her call,

A silent scream of anguish, as she starts to fall.



She fights through the night, but the scars never heal,

A prisoner of memories, that no one can feel.

In the labyrinth of sorrow, she’s lost in the grind,

A warrior of shadows, breaking chains in her mind.


(Outro)

So rise from the ashes, let the darkness unfold,

She’ll emerge from the shadows, fierce and bold.

With the fire of survival, burning deep in her core,

A phoenix of the night, she will rise evermore.