shadow

In the shadows where the echoes whisper, I scribble scripts, a twisted mental fixture. Nightmares flicker like the streetlights’ glimmer, Words cut deeper than a knife, I'm the sinner. Creeping through the alleys with a pen that's loaded, Thoughts explode, every verse like a code exploded. Rhymes collide, like thunder in the storm’s eye, Dark after hours, where the lost souls cry. Mind’s a labyrinth, I navigate the blind turns, Burning bridges, watch the flames as the night burns. Rhyme food served cold, with a side of dread, Feeding off the fears that dance inside my head. Lurking in the ink, where the shadows conspire, Each line a spark, igniting inner fire. Spitting truth in the booth, where the demons dwell, In this dark realm, I weave my tale from hell.