Dene

In the shadows where the whispers creep, Secrets buried deep, where the lost souls weep, Walking through the night, with a heart full of pain, Life's a twisted game, but I’m still in the frame. Eyes on the prize, but the prize ain't clear, Haunted by the past, every ghost I hear, Dreams of better days, but the haze won't fade, In this masquerade, where the real are betrayed. Streets echo stories, of the ones who fell, Rising from the ashes, like I’m under a spell, With every step I take, feel the weight of the world, In a dance with fate, where the truth’s unfurled. Minds get lost in the dark, can’t find the light, But I’m searching for a spark, in the dead of night, Voices in my head, got me feeling confined, Yet I’m breaking every chain, with the strength of my mind.