Running out of tomorrows

((Themes: Time, loss, endurance, self-reconstruction))

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((Mood: epic despair, urgency))

I feel the seconds spill like blood,

Every tick a blade that cuts too much.

My dreams decay in open palms,

I prayed for time—she stayed too calm.

Running from the sunrise,

’Cause every dawn reminds me what I lost.

My youth burns like a star collapsing,

And I’m trapped inside the exhaust.

I’m running out of tomorrows,

My shadow’s growing thin.

Chasing all my yesterdays,

But they never let me in.

((blast beat + choir + gutturals))

Time won’t bleed for me —

It drinks my final dream!

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((Mood: bittersweet, introspective, post-trauma clarity))

I stitched my wounds with memory,

But the scars still hum your name.

Better now, but not the same —

A phoenix with a limp flame.

I’m almost healed, but I still feel you in my pulse.

Every heartbeat, a ghost in the walls.

I’m breathing fine, but not enough,

Almost healed — but never whole.

((guitar tapping + ambient choir))

You taught me pain has patience.

You taught me time forgets slow.

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((Mood: mournful, cinematic, confession over static))

“Hey… I don’t know if you’ll ever hear this…”

I replay words I never said,

Echoes through my head instead.

If I called, would it change your fate?

Or just arrive too late?

Voicemails I never sent,

Carved into regret.

Every silence speaks your name,

In frequencies of shame.

((screamed))

I left my soul on your line,

But it never got through in time!

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((Mood: nostalgic, tragic beauty))

Coffee steam and golden haze,

Didn’t know it was our last good day.

The sunlight smiled — I didn’t see,

It was waving goodbye to me.

The last good morning before the fall,

The calm before I lost it all.

You said “see you soon,” I said “take care,”

Now I talk to empty air.

((reverse piano and low strings))

If I’d known that was goodbye,

I’d have let you see me cry.

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((Mood: resilience, catharsis, storm imagery))

You taught me weather — how to stand in rain,

How to smile when thunder calls my name.

You said, “every storm will pass, my friend,”

But some clouds never learn to end.

You taught me weather —

I learned to love the flood.

I bloom in pressure,

I rise through mud.

((blast beats + choir + lead guitar harmonics))

Lightning carved your name in me,

Now I’m the storm — finally free.