Dressed in Flame

Neon scars on the boulevard. Broken dreams in the afterdark. Static hearts we

learn to fight. In a world that feeds on shattered light. Cold reflections in

the glass. Every promise never lasts. We breathe in smoke,

we taste the fear, but I feel the fire pulling near.

City whispers, give it up. But I was never built to rust.

Through the echoes of regret, I dance with everything I never said.

I don't run from the dark inside. I let it in,

I let it rise. In a world of bitterness and blame.