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Aug 24, 2024

Silent Hostage

Verse 1
In the shadows, he walks alone,
A black coat with a soul that’s worn.
Been through the nightmare, felt the wreck,
Mastered the suffering, no time to forget
Not quite young, but still with resolve,
With weariness inside, a story to evolve.

Chorus
He wears his blue hat, walks through the night,
Facing the darkness, subtly lit by lantern light
Suffering with style, he won’t back down,
A fragile heart, but he carries it well.
Tears and blame, they come and go,
But he’s got a depth that only he knows.

Verse 2
Broken pieces stitched up tight,
A heart that’s mended, ready for the fall.
Each moment a story, each tear a sign,
He’s learned to endure, not to resign.
With every misstep, he finds the way,
Taking the night walk, come what may.

Chorus
He wears his blue hat, walks through the night,
Facing the darkness, subtly lit by lantern light
Suffering with style, he won’t back down,
A fragile heart, but he carries it well.
Tears and blame, they come and go,
But he’s got a depth that only he knows.

Bridge
Through the dark streets, he wanders alone,
A shadowy figure, a truth unknown.
With whispers of secrets that linger in air,
He moves with a purpose, a silent despair.
Each resonating footstep, a story untold,
In the depths of the night, his endurance unfolds.

Chorus
He wears his blue hat, walks through the night,
Facing the darkness, subtly lit by lantern light
Suffering with style, he won’t back down,
A fragile heart, but he carries it well.
Tears and blame, they come and go,
But he’s got a depth that only he knows.

Verse 4
Every lint in the fabric, every thread and each flaw
Tells of things he didn’t want to know, but that he saw.
A vintage jacket, accompanied by a timeless watch
Each tick a reminder of moments that life caught.
He is accustomed to the dreary times
Where sun hides away and clock’s slowly chimes.
With a liver that’s weathered like old red bricks,
And a heart that was stitched but still yet flicks

Verse 5
He walks into the subway, down below,
Hearing the rush, the squeal of tracks in tow,
Vibrations in the earth, a pulsing sound,
The train rolls in, and he’s spellbound.
We step inside, I take a seat, he gazes out the glass,
Lost in the reflections, as the world rushes past,
the scenery blurs away, a fleeting scene,
Until the final stop, he steps out and enters routine.

Verse 6
He walks to a convenience store, takes the bottle from the shelf,
Reaches for the drink, a choice I know well.
We have three options, and each one involves suffering
Unbearable like a stream that lags, constantly buffering
Always a sudden interruption when I experience happiness
A hidden hint that self fulfillment can sink into emptiness.

Verse 7
While paying his dues, the wallet slipped from his hands,
A few coins rolled away, clinking softly across the land.
They scatter like stars across the floor,
I pick them up and toss them in the well of wishing’s lore.
Taking the suffering with calmness and chill,
Finding peace of mind in the bitter sip,
I watch them suffer quietly, standing still,
A blurred drink, where caution starts to slip

Verse 8
Under the flickering lights, my heart nervously races
Let’s play cat and mouse, caught up in the chase.
I step to the front, with a mask pulled low
Empty the register, and make it quick, let’s go,
A bottle falls and shatters, while time stands still.
Fragments of broken pieces, a rush of cold thrill.
In everyone’s shock, the tension feels tight,
As I grasp for the cash, yearn for northern lights.

Verse 9
With a revolver in his hand, bullets of trouble,
A tool of despair, caught in the shuffle.
He aims for solace, there’s no target for the crosshair
He looks in the mirror, and finds only despair.
In the silence of night, he faces his fate,
A troubleshooter, trapped in, he hesitates.
With lungs that suffer and a heart that’s torn,
He’s learning to breathe, though the pain feels worn.

Verse 10
I blindfold the moon and bind her to a chair
In the stillness of night, I whisper in her ear
Her mouth is covered with a soft cloth,
I keep you on hold, where silence feels wrong
I hope you’ll wait till the act has drawn to a close
In this waiting loop, where patience paces slow

Outro
Here I stand, with a notebook in my pocket,
I stole the moon and put it in a locker.
Wanted by misfortune. …and sorrow
Stalked by black clouds. I’m a thief that just borrows.