It'S My Life

I crawled through ash with bleeding hands,
Choked on hope in no man’s land.
Built my bones from shattered glass,
A ghost reborn from every crash.

No gods, no saviors in the flame
I wear my ruin like a name.

It’s my life etched in fire and smoke,
Every vow, every chain I broke.
No mercy left, no Sympathy,
I live to rise I live to defy.

And if I fall, I’ll fall like thunder,
Not with silence, but with wonder.
Let the ashes write my name
Let the storm remember my flame.

I’ve buried dreams beneath the stone,
Danced with shadows, died alone.
But even death could not contain
The hunger burning in my veins.

It’s my life—no script, no fate,
I shape the dark, I crack the gate.
No throne, no crown, no painted lie
Just battle scars and a war-cry sky.

It’s my life raw, untamed, divine.
Not theirs to judge.
Only mine.