In our hourglass, time slips away,
The radio of Hell, we cannot delay.
Once golden hours now turn to sand,
Echoes of darkness, glide through the land.
Dreams unfurl like ink on a page,
Melodies of despair, our souls engage.
Hope flickers, a candle in the night,
Desperation whispers, a battle we fight.
Lives entwined, a tapestry of fate,
Echoing regrets, we contemplate.
Laughter and tears, in endless streams,
Piercing through reality, lost in dreams.
A symphony of chaos, the world revolves,
Drowning in echoes, our existence dissolves.
In our hourglass, time slips away,
The radio of Hell, we cannot delay.
©viralfreak
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