Black rain - Lyraphilia Dream

Drugs and black hearts spinning my mind, Like a balloon drifting through a dream of death and pleasure. The world dissolves into shadows I cannot name, A place we can’t even imagine. Whispers crawl through broken glass streets, Echoes of memories, dripping in cold silver light. Every step slower, heavier, Like sinking through a dark ocean of forgotten souls. Pleasure cuts deep, a blade of sweet poison, While death smiles, soft and patient. I fall, endlessly falling, Through a tunnel of fractured stars and black rain. No chorus, no return, Only the spiral—descending, twisting, Until my heart becomes smoke, And my mind fades into the beautiful void.