Echoes of What Used to Be

Needles and syringes, a toxic embrace, A love so consuming, it leaves no space. Intoxicating passion, a deadly dance, Trapped in a nightmare, no second chance. She's a fragile flower, wilting in the night, Lost in the shadows, chasing that fleeting light. He's a broken hero, drowning in his pain, Clinging to the promise, that love will remain. Together they stumble, through the hazy daze, Searching for comfort, in their darkest days. Euphoric highs and crushing lows they share, Desperate to forget, the demons that tear. Oh, the saddest song, a tearful refrain, A love consumed by the touch of the vain. Trapped in this cycle, they can't break free, Drowning in sorrow, their future can't see. She whispers his name, as the needle breaks skin, Praying for solace, from the darkness within. He holds her so tightly, as they drift away, Clinging to moments, of a brighter day. But the high fades so quickly, leaving them cold, Searching for answers, that have long been untold. The path they've chosen, leads them ever astray, Consuming their souls, with each passing day. Oh, the saddest song, a tearful refrain, A love consumed by the touch of the vain. Trapped in this cycle, they can't break free, Drowning in sorrow, their future can't see. Can they find the strength, to break away? To leave this nightmare, and see the light of day? Or will their love, become their undoing? Trapped in this hell, their dreams continuing. Oh, the saddest song, a tearful refrain, A love consumed by the touch of the vain. Trapped in this cycle, they can't break free, Drowning in sorrow, their future can't see. Clinging to memories, that will never be made. A love torn asunder, by the demons they serve, A tragic ending, to a story they didn't deserve.