Dust and Flame

No past to me — I left it in the dust,

too many fake faces, too many broken trust.

I don’t look back, there’s nothing to reclaim,

every old mistake just fades in the flame.

No future to me — I don’t chase the illusion,

no packaged dreams, no media confusion.

I don’t believe in promises they sell,

I build my own moment out of chaos and hell.

Right now is war, every breath is a weapon,

every step I take is a cold, sharp lesson.

No mercy here, no fairy tale light,

just survival instincts in the dead of the night.

BANG — every day hits like a shot in the dark,

I move through the noise leaving permanent marks.

You can’t hold me back, I’m pure motion and pressure,

present tense living — no past, no treasure.

Zero past life, zero future design,

only this second where everything aligns.

No story to tell, just a state I maintain,

here and now — running through fire and rain.