Smoke Line Horizon

[Verse - spoken word - low male vocal]
Smoke curls where the edge meets the sky,
Particles trace the boundary line,
Darkness hums with a silent machine,
Sweat drips down a concrete shrine.
Grit in the air where the silence screams,
A breath holds time in a fractured dream,
Fingers grip the smoke like a lost rhyme,
Every step is a shadow's climb.

[Chorus - low male vocal]
Smoke line horizon, where the world bends thin,
Particles in the air, a low hum within.
Darkness whispers secrets that the void can't keep,
I walk the line where the silence sleeps.