Crown of Scares

Shadows crawling through my veins,

Cold breath rising from the grave.

I hear the whispers of the damned,

Calling out the life I never had.

Broken bones of memories,

Crushed beneath collapsing dreams.

I scream into the rotting night,

But nothing answers back this time.

Every heartbeat feels like war,

Every step—another corpse I wore.

I’m wearing a crown of scars,

Raised from the ashes of dying stars.

Death walks with me, hand in hand,

Dragging grief across this land.

Pain is the throne I sit upon—

A kingdom built where hope is gone.

Tear out the pages soaked in dread,

The stories written by the dead.

This world is bleeding smoke and rust,

A coffin carved from broken trust.

Silence cuts like iron fangs,

Ripping through the ghost I am.

I carry sorrow like a blade—

A warrior forged from what decayed.

Every heartbeat feels like war,

Every step—another corpse I wore.

I’m wearing a crown of scars,

Raised from the ashes of dying stars.

Death walks with me, hand in hand,

Dragging grief across this land.

Pain is the throne I sit upon—

A kingdom built where hope is gone.

Let the heavens fall—

Let the darkness crawl—

I’ll stand inside the fire

And rise above it all.

My agony, my battle cry,

A vow carved deep so it won’t die.

I’m wearing a crown of scars,

Marked by the weight of who we are.

Death follows like a loyal friend,

But this is not my final end.

Pain forged the armor that I wear—

And I rise screaming through despair.