Spectral Trigger
A neon glow gilds this cage of memory, same as always.
I wander along old city streets, spilling unspoken words to shadows long gone.
I wanna stay lost here, but the dream is fraying. I must wake up.
A neon glow gilds this cage of memory, same as always.
I wander along old city streets, spilling unspoken words to shadows long gone.
I wanna stay lost here, but the dream is fraying. I must wake up.