Ashes of the Fallen

Creeping through the cracks of my mind…

They’re waiting. Always waiting.

But tonight, I burn.

Step in the abyss, feel the cold on my spine,

Demons grinning, teeth sharp, taste blood like fine wine.

Paranoia’s a preacher, sermons inside my dome,

But I spit back prayers, carve my truth into bone.

Shadows in my chest, heartbeat syncopated panic,

Mind’s a ticking bomb, lyrics erupt like volcanic.

I’ve been buried in doubt, suffocated in lies,

Now I’m clawing through graves, watch fear vaporize.

I’ve been swallowed by darkness, drowned in despair,

But I rise from the silence, I’m gasping for air.

Falling through voids where nightmares reside,

Still I ignite—my fury won’t hide.

I rise from the ashes, I tear through the pain,

Every demon I face, every ghost I will chain.

Screaming in shadows, blood in my veins,

Breaking the silence, they’ll remember my name.

Mental grenades explode, fragments in my cortex,

Every whisper a war, every thought a vortex.

Chains of anxiety, shackles of dread,

I spit fire through veins, tear monsters to shred.

They sent nightmares like missiles, I dodged, counter-attacked,

Lyrics like bullets, rapid-fire, no flak.

I dance on the edge of insanity’s knife,

Every syllable a scalpel, dissecting my life.

I bleed, I scream, I spit venomous truth,

Rising from ruin, reclaiming my youth.

Mirror reflects a fighter, forged in pain,

Every scar, every bruise, like acid in rain.

Even in darkness, I blaze, I ignite,

Every scream in the silence, a shard of my fight.

I rise from the ashes, I tear through the pain,

Every demon I face, every ghost I will chain.

Screaming in shadows, blood in my veins,

Breaking the silence, they’ll remember my name.

Ashes in my hands, fire in my eyes,

Every lie they told me, every alibi.

I am the storm, the shadow, the scream in the night,

Rising through torment, wielding my might.

Synaptic snaps, panic attacks, my mind’s a maze,

Demons on my back, but I spit lyrical blaze.

I juggle words like grenades, detonate on the page,

Turning anguish to armor, rage to stage.

Caged in my skull, nightmares multiply,

I carve syllables sharp, let them bleed, let them die.

They coded me for chaos, trained me for pain,

I hijack their dark, make it fuel for my reign.

Every strike, every scar, a rhyme I deploy,

I’m the ghost in their mirror, the storm they destroy.

I rise from the ashes, I tear through the pain,

Every demon I face, every ghost I will chain.

Screaming in shadows, blood in my veins,

Breaking the silence, they’ll remember my name.

No whispers, no graves, no chains on my skin,

The war is eternal—but I will still win.

Demons may foll