Voices in the Smoke - Kairo Venn

Shadows moving through the haze, Lost reflections, endless maze. Every breath a spark, a code, Running fast where no one knows. I hear them calling from below, Whispers only I can know. Voices in the smoke, I feel them near, Through the static, crystal clear. Echoes burning through my veins, Calling my name again, again. Neon lights cut through the deep, Dreams awaken while I sleep. Fingers trace the frozen glass, Watching every moment pass. In this fog, I’m not alone, The rhythm calls me — pulls me home. Voices in the smoke, I feel them near, Through the static, crystal clear. Echoes burning through my veins, Calling my name again, again. Through the dark I start to see, What the voices mean to me. Time dissolves, I disappear, Still the echoes draw me near. Voices in the smoke, my silent guide, Lead me through the endless night. Every sound becomes my home, I’m alive — but not alone.