Lies lick the truth like fire on skin,

I wear the ruin I’m living in.

My bones remember what I deny,

Roots in the dark where the secrets lie.

Ash falls down like a silent prayer,

Kneeling to ghosts that were never there.

I taste the smoke of who I was,

A fractured hymn without a cause.

It’s a melody of chaos in my veins,

A beautiful collapse I can’t contain.

Grief is the echo, loss is the flame,

Ashes know my name.

This is my history.

Drowned in sorrow, my fists in chains,

Feeding the fury, nursing the pain.

Restless heart in a hollow dream,

Nothing is ever the way it seems.

Scars are scriptures carved in my skin,

Demons whisper from deep within.

I hear them breathing under my breath,

Teaching my pulse the rhythm of death.

Under the weight of a merciless rain,

I wash my heart but keep the stain.

The soul can beg, the soul can try,

But some wars live and never die.

I stand unbroken, yet never free,

A prisoner of what made me, me.

It’s a melody of chaos in my veins,

A beautiful collapse I can’t contain.

Grief is the echo, loss is the flame,

Ashes know my name.

This is my history.

From the ashes I rise unchanged.