I bear the seed of ruin,
A burden too heavy, too sharp to let go.
What was golden has turned to ash,
Elysium crumbled beneath my grasp,
And all that remains is dust.
Each step sinking me deeper into silence.
The desert grows inside me,
A relic of a broken promise.
I scream into the emptiness,
But my voice dissolves into nothing.
I bear the seed of ruin,
A burden too heavy, too sharp to let go.
What was golden has turned to ash,
Elysium crumbled beneath my grasp,
And all that remains is dust.
I scream into the emptiness,
But my voice dissolves into nothing.
One more second with you.
That wish is denied.
And I am left alone,
With the ashes of my mind.
Forever was her name,
Yet forever can’t be mine.
Regret coils in my chest,
Squeezing every breath into despair.
I bear the seed of ruin,
A burden too heavy, too sharp to let go.
What was golden has turned to ash,
Elysium crumbled beneath my grasp,
And all that remains is dust.
I would give everything,
My body, my soul, my fleeting moments of hope.
I bear the seed of ruin,
A burden too heavy, too sharp to let go.
What was golden has turned to ash,
Elysium crumbled beneath my grasp,
And all that remains is dust.
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Ashes of My Mind
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Carvings
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Re-Silence (Part III)
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Shattered Hopes
Promises broken, like shattered glass, A heart betrayed, forever scarred. A soul weighed down by sorrow’s tide, A spirit crushed, where hope has died. Lost in the …
The Angel on My Shoulder
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