Rust and Bones

As time ticks away and world goes by, we act as though we defy, the cessation that awaits...but fates are soon to close! Now suppose one stays blind for no one to follow

As time ticks away and the shadows grow long,  
We dance on the edge of a fading song.  
With whispers of fate, the darkness will call,  
A silence that looms, a shroud over all.  

In the depths of despair, where lost souls reside,  
The blind lead the blind, with nowhere to hide.  
Echoes of laughter now twisted and torn,  
A requiem rises for dreams that are worn.  

The night swallows light, and hope starts to bleed,  
Each heartbeat a reminder of unfulfilled greed.  
With chains of regret, we’re bound to our sins,  
In this game of survival, no one truly wins.  

As the clock strikes its final, the curtain will fall,  
And the fates that we fear will come to enthrall.  
So dance in the shadows, embrace the decay,  
For in the end, darkness shall have its way.

blues, chicago blues, violin, cello