In the heart of the city, beneath the shimmering skyline, a storm brewed inside Emberstorm. She was a paradox, a woman cloaked in elegance yet haunted by shadows.
By day, she painted her world with vibrant colors, donning designer clothes and a smile that could disarm even the most hardened cynic.
But when night fell, the mask slipped away, revealing a tumultuous heart grappling with despair.
Emberstorm had always been the life of the party, the one who made laughter spill from lips like champagne.
But behind closed doors, the laughter faded, leaving echoes of loneliness and a gnawing emptiness that clawed at her insides.
Substance abuse had become her escape-a way to numb the pain, to dull the relentless ache of unmet expectations and unfulfilled dreams.
She was a magician, turning heartache into fleeting highs, but each illusion only deepened the chasm within.
Time and again, she promised herself it would be the last drink, the last pill, but each promise was a fragile thread, easily frayed by the weight of her reality.
Relapses felt like old friends, whispering sweet nothings, luring her back into the fog where everything hurt a little less.
In those moments, she wrestled with the ghosts of her choices, feeling the sharp sting of regret, yet yearning for the oblivion that lay in the bottle's embrace.
But beneath the haze of substance, a fire flickered-raw, unrefined female rage.
It was the rage of a thousand unspoken words, of battles fought silently against a world that had not only overlooked her but had dared to define her by its own narrow standards.
With each sip, each escape, that rage grew, demanding to be released, to be acknowledged.
One night, as the city pulsed with life outside her window, Emberstorm felt the dam break.
The weight of her depression, the cycle of relapse, and the simmering rage all converged in a moment of clarity.
It was time to let it all out.
With a fierce determination, she picked up her paintbrush, letting the colors spill onto the canvas, each stroke a release, each hue a reflection of her pain and power.
COKESTAR - PROLOGUE Lyrics
COKESTAR - PROLOGUE Lyrics
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In the heart of the city, beneath the shimmering skyline, a storm brewed inside Emberstorm. She was a paradox, a woman cloaked in elegance yet haunted by shadows.
By day, she painted her world with vibrant colors, donning designer clothes and a smile that could disarm even the most hardened cynic.
But when night fell, the mask slipped away, revealing a tumultuous heart grappling with despair.
Emberstorm had always been the life of the party, the one who made laughter spill from lips like champagne.
But behind closed doors, the laughter faded, leaving echoes of loneliness and a gnawing emptiness that clawed at her insides.
Substance abuse had become her escape-a way to numb the pain, to dull the relentless ache of unmet expectations and unfulfilled dreams.
She was a magician, turning heartache into fleeting highs, but each illusion only deepened the chasm within.
Time and again, she promised herself it would be the last drink, the last pill, but each promise was a fragile thread, easily frayed by the weight of her reality.
Relapses felt like old friends, whispering sweet nothings, luring her back into the fog where everything hurt a little less.
In those moments, she wrestled with the ghosts of her choices, feeling the sharp sting of regret, yet yearning for the oblivion that lay in the bottle's embrace.
But beneath the haze of substance, a fire flickered-raw, unrefined female rage.
It was the rage of a thousand unspoken words, of battles fought silently against a world that had not only overlooked her but had dared to define her by its own narrow standards.
With each sip, each escape, that rage grew, demanding to be released, to be acknowledged.
One night, as the city pulsed with life outside her window, Emberstorm felt the dam break.
The weight of her depression, the cycle of relapse, and the simmering rage all converged in a moment of clarity.
It was time to let it all out.
With a fierce determination, she picked up her paintbrush, letting the colors spill onto the canvas, each stroke a release, each hue a reflection of her pain and power.
By day, she painted her world with vibrant colors, donning designer clothes and a smile that could disarm even the most hardened cynic.
But when night fell, the mask slipped away, revealing a tumultuous heart grappling with despair.
Emberstorm had always been the life of the party, the one who made laughter spill from lips like champagne.
But behind closed doors, the laughter faded, leaving echoes of loneliness and a gnawing emptiness that clawed at her insides.
Substance abuse had become her escape-a way to numb the pain, to dull the relentless ache of unmet expectations and unfulfilled dreams.
She was a magician, turning heartache into fleeting highs, but each illusion only deepened the chasm within.
Time and again, she promised herself it would be the last drink, the last pill, but each promise was a fragile thread, easily frayed by the weight of her reality.
Relapses felt like old friends, whispering sweet nothings, luring her back into the fog where everything hurt a little less.
In those moments, she wrestled with the ghosts of her choices, feeling the sharp sting of regret, yet yearning for the oblivion that lay in the bottle's embrace.
But beneath the haze of substance, a fire flickered-raw, unrefined female rage.
It was the rage of a thousand unspoken words, of battles fought silently against a world that had not only overlooked her but had dared to define her by its own narrow standards.
With each sip, each escape, that rage grew, demanding to be released, to be acknowledged.
One night, as the city pulsed with life outside her window, Emberstorm felt the dam break.
The weight of her depression, the cycle of relapse, and the simmering rage all converged in a moment of clarity.
It was time to let it all out.
With a fierce determination, she picked up her paintbrush, letting the colors spill onto the canvas, each stroke a release, each hue a reflection of her pain and power.
Writer: COKESTAR X
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC