🅰byss hums low beneath each chord,
🅲radled screams in strings adored.
🅾bsidian echoes cut through air,
🆄nseen spirits dancing there.
🆂hadows strum in fractured grace,
🆃ones like ghosts that leave no trace.
🅸n stillness, madness starts to sing,
🅲haos crowned — a breathing king.
💀________💀__________💀__________💀_______💀
🆁esonance born from pain’s own pyre,
🅷armony bound by funeral fire.
🆈earning throbs in notes that weep,
🆃ruth decays where sound runs deep.
🅷ollow hearts like drums that cry,
🅼elodies bleed, but never die.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 1:38 AM UTC
🅰byss hums low beneath each chord,
🅲radled screams in strings adored.
🅾bsidian echoes cut through air,
🆄nseen spirits dancing there.
🆂hadows strum in fractured grace,
🆃ones like ghosts that leave no trace.
🅸n stillness, madness starts to sing,
🅲haos crowned — a breathing king.
💀________💀__________💀__________💀_______💀
🆁esonance born from pain’s own pyre,
🅷armony bound by funeral fire.
🆈earning throbs in notes that weep,
🆃ruth decays where sound runs deep.
🅷ollow hearts like drums that cry,
🅼elodies bleed, but never die.
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