“Slow burn... slow burn...”

Walkin’ through ash where the night folds deep,

Silent sermons echo where the silhouettes keep.

Heartbeat slow, but the weight don’t lie,

Scars like maps tracing where hope tried to fly.

A single flame flickers beneath cold stone,

Lost in the smoke but I’m carving my own.

Steps like smoke rings, fragile, they bend,

This fire takes time to burn, not just to end.

Slow burn, under soul, it weaves its thread,

Mending cracks where the light once fled.

From the dark, I gather the pieces thrown,

Moving quiet on roads unknown.

Vinyl whispers secrets in the dead air,

Ghosts on my shoulders, but I’m learning to care.

Time bends soft, like a river’s slow sweep,

Roots push through concrete, reachin’ for deep.

Pain’s a thin glass, fractured but clear,

Each crack a story, each shard sincere.

This slow burn’s a promise, a patient fight,

Turnin’ silhouettes into something bright.

Breathe in the quiet

Let the silence speak.

Burn slow,

Let the moments leak.

In the hush of midnight, find what’s true,

The slow flame’s waiting for you.

Slow burn, under soul, it weaves its thread,

Mending cracks where the light once fled.

From the dark, I gather the pieces thrown,

Moving quiet on roads unknown.

“Slow burn... slow burn...”