Crowned In Shadows With Little Light.

Whispers in the shadows, echoes in the night,

A ghost of my own making, lost without a fight.

Footsteps in the ashes, where my dreams go to die,

I've danced with the devil, but he never tells me why.

Each scar is a story, written deep in my skin,

Pulling at the darkness, the nightmare begins.

I carved out my path in the wreckage of my soul,

Finding strength in silence, but it takes its toll.

I've been to hell and back, and I'm wearing the crown,

A king of desolation in this broken town.

With chains of destruction wrapped tight around my heart,

The light is just a flicker, a cruel form of art.

Torn pages of memories blur like ink in the rain,

Days blend into nights, all I feel is the pain.

Choking on the echoes of a life that slipped away,

Each breath brings the weight of things I can't betray.

A tempest in my heart, a storm behind my eyes,

With every whispered promise, another piece of me dies.

But deep in the shadows, a spark fights to survive,

A flicker of redemption, where the darkness dies.

Though the ghosts are relentless, they tremble, they fade,

In the chaos I find, the strength to be remade.

So here’s to the shadows, and the battles I’ll face,

In the depths of despair, there’s a glimmer of grace.

Through hell and back again, I’ll rise from the fall,

In a world devoid of light, I can still hear the call.