Fire

In the night, the shadows creep,

Bullets fly, lost souls weep.

The engine roars as the darkness closes,

With each heart that stops, the cold wind blows us.

This city's pulse, a heartless game,

Where laughter fades, and all is the same.

In the shadows, the bullets fly,

No more laughter, just a mournful cry.

Life cuts short with a bullet's song,

In this darkness, we all feel wrong.

Bodies scattered, dreams are torn,

Life's vibrant colors now worn and forlorn.

Each trigger pulled, a silence reaps,

Echoes of the laughter, where once love sleeps.

In the wake of pain, the shadows sigh,

No more light as we question why.

In the shadows, the bullets fly,

No more laughter, just a mournful cry.

Life cuts short with a bullet's song,

In this darkness, we all feel wrong.

In the silence, the echoes remain,

As darkness whispers through the pain.