Reignwaltz

In the labyrinth of sorrow, a heartbeat escapes, A rhythmic whisper, a faint beat of fate, An echo of memories, in the darkness it plays, A symphony of love, a melody in decay. The pulse of emotions, pulsating through veins, A heart once filled with passion, now in chains, A lonely drummer, beating a sorrowful tune, The rhythm of heartache, a haunting refrain. The vibrations of love, a fading feverish dance, A heartbeat that yearns, in the night it advances, A whisper of longing, a fading pulse in the air, The echo of lost dreams, the haunting embrace of despair. In the silence of solitude, the heartbeat persists, A testament to love, in the tempest of life's twists, A solitary beat, in the ocean of thoughts, A lonely drummer, playing the saddest of songs. The heartbeat of sorrow, a melancholic dance, A reminder of love, in the depths of despair's trance, The pulse of an emblem, a heart that has bled, In the echoes of sorrow, a heartbeat is fed.