*Shadows & Silence*
The world twists, cold and bare,
Gunfire splits the frozen air.
Footsteps echo, fate runs fast,
Bloodied truths that cannot last.
Fear grips tight, won't let me flee,
Hands like iron imprison me.
Is he protector? Is he foe?
I tremble, but I still don't know.
*Crimson Confessions*
Steel collides with flesh and bone,
A name whispered—then it's gone.
He moves like fire, swift and light,
A killer painted in the night.
I see the darkness in his eyes,
A past built up of blood and lies.
Yet still, he offers me his hand—
A devil with a soft demand.
*The Weight of Knowing*
There was ice cream before the storm,
Laughter before the fear took form.
Now silence lingers, thick with dread,
Tainted red where bodies bled.
I cannot run, I cannot speak,
Trapped between the strong and weak.
His grip is warm, his voice is low,
But there is so much I don't know.