Crimson Veins

Whispers in the shadows, a haunting tune,

Pulsing drums echo under the crescent moon.

Caught in a storm, my heart’s a battlefield,

Rage like a fire, it won’t be concealed.

Twisting through my veins, a crimson flow,

Each beat a reminder of the pain I know.

When the night falls, can I find my way?

In the dark corners where my fears lay.

These crimson veins, they twist and burn,

Each beat a war I never learn.

In this dance of fury, I say a prayer,

For the peace I yearn, the love that’s rare.

Haunted by shadows, echoes of despair,

Lost in the chaos that lingers in the air.

Rage is a tempest that rips me apart,

But deep in the silence, I guard my heart.

When the sun rises, a chance to mend,

Could the pain fade, could the rage suspend?

These crimson veins, they twist and burn,

Each beat a war I never learn.

In this dance of fury, I say a prayer,

For the peace I yearn, the love that’s rare.

In the quiet moments, when the storm retreats,

I find the whispers of my heartbeats.

Confronting demons, I take a stand,

The fight within me, a battle so grand.

These crimson veins, they twist and burn,

Each beat a war I never learn.

In this dance of fury, I say a prayer,

For the peace I yearn, the love that’s rare.

With every pulse, I rise anew,

The heart versus rage, it aches but it's true.

Through crimson veins, I’ll find my peace,

And from this struggle, I’ll find release.