Shadows of the Past

Shadows crawl in memories, sharp and cold

Broken bottles, stories told

Blood on the walls, echoes behind

Lost in a nightmare, trapped in my mind

Thought he was sweet, back when I was just nineteen

A mask he wore, so convincing, so mean

His words like knives, his touch like fire

Thought I was stronger, but I was so tired

Now I see clearer, hair and eyes revealing

The scars, the damage, the pain I'm healing

A lonely man, so broken inside

Loving his shadow, where I once did hide

Broken bottles and blood on the walls

Black eyes telling all, he made me crawl

From love to survival, from hurt to fight

Turning darkness into light

He loved to belittle, he loved to degrade

Fed on my tears, oh how he played

A sad lonely echo, fifty-five years old

Lost in his hatred, cold and so bold

But I’ve found strength in the breakage and pain

No more silence, no more shame

I see through the lies, to the truth underneath

A new dawn rises, I finally breathe

Broken bottles and blood on the walls

Black eyes telling all, he made me crawl

From love to survival, from hurt to fight

Turning darkness into light

This memories haunt, but I won’t drown

Rising from shadows, shedding this crown

My story, my scars, my tears, my fight

Turning darkness into light

Oh, broken bottles, blood-stained walls

Once I fell, but I will stand tall

The past is a shadow, a story I tell

From pain to power, breaking the spell