Crimson Moment

[Verse - spoken word]
Smoke curls like a silent scream,
Crimson dusk in a broken frame,
Cicadas hum the sky's last hymn,
Fingers trace the fading line.
[Chorus]
We’re just a flash in the storm’s eye,
Blue veins pulse through the static sky,
Fragile dreams in a neon tide,
Caught between the fall and flight.