Nothing But Echoes Of Crimson
Electric Echoes
Ink that dyed the night red,
Words of pain and longing unsaid.
A crime, a mystery that lingers,
Unsolved, it haunts like ghostly fingers.
Devotion that nobody could see,
A flame burning silently within me.
Hidden depths of love’s sweet embrace,
Shrouded in secrets, veiled with grace.
An explosion, a tempest uncontrolled,
Shaking the foundations of a life untold.
Fragments scattered, shattered and torn,
Yet from the chaos, a new path is born.
Through the darkness, I search for light,
In the depths of despair, I find my might.
For within the shadows, resilience thrives,
As the broken pieces, a spirit revives.
In the depths of ink, a story unfolds,
A tapestry of emotions, truths untold.
The crime may linger, its answers concealed,
But the heart’s longing will never yield.
Devotion may be invisible to the eye,
But its essence echoes in every sigh.
A love that transcends the mortal sight,
Unseen, yet vibrant, burning bright.
An explosion, a catalyst for change,
In the aftermath, life rearranged.
From the ashes, new chapters emerge,
As strength and courage slowly converge.
Ink that dyed the night red,
A crime that remained unsolved,
Devotion that nobody could see,
An explosion that shakes your life.
These echoes of crimson, they resonate,
A testament to the battles we navigate.
Through the trials and the trials we face,
We find our strength, we claim our space.
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