Shadow in the Mirror Repose v1.0 (Haunting Dark) (Cover)

[RAP] Last night felt like a scream swallowed, thirteenth-floor view, window cracked, A shadowed figure in dim-lit blue, holding a gat, eyes black. He stood, deadly still, like he’d been carved from the dark itself, His gaze pinned me, steel on stone, breath held, no one else. In a blink, I’m dropped; bones meet earth in a furious clash, My body crumples, dreams unravel, in an echoing, final smash. Saturday sun nudges me awake, and I’m stunned to find I’m home, Clothes crumpled, head fogged, feeling stripped and alone. I step to the bathroom, try to shake the ghost of pain from the night before, See myself in the mirror—cracks stare back, like I’m haunted from the core. Pulling on my kicks, 1-10’s laced, no shave, just that simple rinse, Make my way through morning’s chill, feeling last night’s hints. Down twisted streets where time drips slow, past alley walls cracked and rough, Step by step I walk alone, thoughts thick, each one tough. But then, as if summoned from the night, there’s a figure draped in shadows thick, A man I’d swear I knew somehow—coiled tight, face harsh, quick. "Oi, you friend or foe?" he snaps, like his words were barbed with steel, Eyes wild, voice raw, head wound-up tight like a wheel. "You think life lets you walk this easy, with no bruises or chains? The world don’t bend for you, mate—it’s been breaking me, leaves its stains." His rage spits like fire, like he’s got storms tucked inside, He tells of fights, of rage unhinged, of scars he tries to hide. "School threw me out, said I was trouble, a spark set to ignite, Every word felt like a spark, and every spark lit up a fight." His words slice through, leaving marks like bruises fresh and mean, It feels like he’s pulling me deep, into some half-forgotten dream. I blink, the street fades, there’s music, bass thick as blood, Lights spin in hazy flashes, my memory blurs to mud. Somehow, I’m here in a club, voices buzz, my vision skewed, And in the noise, I feel his presence—a pulsing, looming mood. Then I snap back to myself, grounded, with drink in hand, And there she is, a girl with eyes too wide, in fear she stands. He’s there beside her, that G with fists clenched tight, Protecting her from some guy who’s lurking in the club’s dim light. The guy steps close, all words and sneers, My dark side swings, feeds him fear. In the confusion, I find my keys, slip them to her, she’s gone, But the shadow lingers near, strong as stone, fury drawn. Just as I breathe, ready to leave, more figures pour from the walls, Chasing us up to the rooftop, their voices hard as brawls. [Chorus] On the edge of life, in a shadow’s pull, My darker side stands, fierce and whole. To survive, I unite, both shadow and light, One breath, one will, in the fading night. Bound by fear, but set free by flame, I see myself beyond my name. Thirteenth-floor truth where fear lets go, To stand as one, in the afterglow. [RAP] We push through flights of stairs, through the club’s spine cold and steep, Each step pulling me deeper, into shadows where secrets sleep. Thirteenth floor—here again, like I’m trapped in some twisted fate, My alter ego’s face half-lit, holding that gat, aiming straight. I’m frozen, caught between him and me, trapped in an eerie bind, And just as he lifts that gun, the truth unravels in my mind. He’s been the part I needed, the shadowed strength in pain, The grit that’s lifted me up each time I thought I’d break again. Not just a fiend, or fury’s fist, he’s the heart beneath my skin, The alter ego, the other half, the strength I find within. And in that pause, I speak my truth, he lowers the gun with pride, As one we stand, fierce and bold, no longer split, side by side. Together, we disarm the men, fists fast, no looking back, Swing by swing, their numbers thin, each one fades to black. With the dawn’s break, we find our peace, and slip out into the light, Back down to the girl I saved, the one who’d met that fright. I meet her gaze, whole and sure, as I hand her back her key, No longer fractured, split or torn—my shadow lives in me. We walk through dawn’s gentle wash, each step a beat that’s strong, The road is whole, my journey clear; my split selves right where they belong. [Chorus] On the edge of life, in a shadow’s pull, My darker side stands, fierce and whole. To survive, I unite, both shadow and light, One breath, one will, in the fading night. Bound by fear, but set free by flame, I see myself beyond my name. Thirteenth-floor truth where fear lets go, To stand as one, in the afterglow.