Screaming Shadows
Reflection
In the heart of chaos, a soul screams aloud,
A voice that echoes through the void, unbound.
The face, a canvas of pain and power,
A symphony of shadows, a storm's sour.
Tattoos, the scars of battles fought and won,
A map of journeys, a life's deep sun.
The braids, a river of strength, untamed,
A force that flows, a spirit unshamed.
The eyes, windows to a world unseen,
A universe of emotion, a storm's serene.
The mouth, a cavern of raw, unfiltered truth,
A cry that pierces the silence, a heart's wild youth.
This is not just a face, but a story untold,
A mirror reflecting the soul's bold.
In every line, a tale of resilience,
A beacon of strength, a timeless essence.
For in the shadows, we find our light,
In the scream, the power of our might.
This is not just art, but a call to rise,
To embrace the storm, to conquer the skies.