In the shadows where I stand alone, the black sheep walking unknown paths of darkness, unfulfilled dreams. A ghost in the crowd, fading into the night. Never one of the herd, I walk my own line. A fractured soul, lost between space and time. In silence, I scream through fractured seams.
Silent whispers call, but I refuse to heed, drowning in darkness, planted where I don't breed. An outlier, a scar, a forgotten refrain. Carved into my heart everlasting pain. Born to a world of sunshine and gold, yet my gaze found the dark and the cold.
An outcast drifting on a sea of light, seeking solace in the heart of the night.
I am the black sheep, marked and torn, dancing in shadows where misfits are born. Living in darkness, branded by who we are. In this abyss, I find my release, Embracing the void, craving the piece of the lease. Resilient heart with an untold tale, in a world of color, i remain pale.
Whisked away on the whispers of fate bearing chains as the moon hides late.
Wandering through mazes of faceless lies, In solitude, the black sheep rises. A rebel in shadow, with a broken mind. Betrayed by blood, rejected, alone. A blackened heart turning to stone.
Hear the wolves howl, calling me home
In their mournful cries, I find my own. A chorus of echoes from the underworld, where the black sheep’s story unfurls.
I am the black sheep, wild and unchained in the world’s mirror, I stay unnamed. Racing the thunder, laughing in rain in my own madness, i dance in pain.
Faces come and go in faded dreams, offering warmth that’s colder than it seems. I chase phantoms in the midnight’s grace, embracing shadows in my sacred space.
I am the black sheep, forever astray, walking the night to my own dismay.
Yet in this darkness a beacon gleams, a solitary star, born of dreams.
I'm the black sheep, the outcast, the scar, living in darkness, branded by who we are. In this abyss, I find my release, Embracing the void, craving the piece of the lease.
In the shadows, I remain unseen,
In the end, I tread a lonely trace, a renegade spirit with an untold face. The black sheep's journey, never complete, a tale of wandering, bittersweet. The black sheep, forever unclean.
HeathenAJ
