TWO FLAMES, ONE SHADOW

Steel screams.

No warning.

⸻

You step forward — I strike first,

Black arc flash like something cursed,

Can’t stand the red you still rehearse —

Pathetic.

Your stance is mine from years ago,

Same foot planted, same elbow,

Same look like you still don’t know —

What’s coming.

Blade meets blade — sparks explode,

Shockwave cracks the broken road,

Red flame clashes void-corroded —

Equal.

I see my weakness in your guard,

I see my doubt in how you charge,

I don’t want to look too hard —

So I cut.

⸻

Two flames crash in fractured air,

Red despair and black despair,

If you think I’m unaware —

I’m not.

You carry hope like it’s a shield,

I buried hope in this field,

If you won’t accept what’s real —

I’ll force it.

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You counter clean — I feel the sting,

Same rotation, same swing,

We fight like mirrored suffering —

Sickening.

Every move I know you’ll make,

Every feint I used to fake,

Every scar we both partake —

Shared.

You shout my name like I’m still there,

Like I still breathe inside this glare,

But I killed that version fair —

Long ago.

Stop looking at me like that.

Stop fighting like you think there’s a path back.

There isn’t.

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Two flames burning out of sync,

One still red and one on brink,

If you hesitate — you sink —

Into me.

Black sun high and pulling tight,

Red sun flickers in the fight,

If you won’t extinguish light —

I will.

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(Drums double. Guitars detune lower.)

Ground fractures under impact,

Reality tearing in the backlash,

Red and black in violent contrast —

Sky splitting.

Suns collide above the throne,

Shockwaves through the marrow bone,

This isn’t war — it’s undertone —

Of collapse.

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YOU’RE NOT MY SAVIOR.

YOU’RE MY REGRET.

YOU’RE THE VERSION

I COULDN’T PROTECT.

I BURIED LOVE.

I BURIED PAIN.

(SCREAM)

I WILL NOT FEEL AGAIN!

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Two flames, one shadow tearing,

Black sun screaming, red sun flaring,

If this world can’t bear it —

Let it break.

Steel shatters in mirrored rage,

Past and future on one stage,

If one survives this cage —

It won’t be mercy.

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They separate.

Both bleeding.

Both shaking.

And neither willing to yield.