📜🪑 Prelude: Shiro. Come here, boy. Yes, sit— I said SIT DOWN. Write. (Glitch) Write. (Glitch) CHOP... chop. 👁👁🧱🧱 [Section I: Soft-Spoken Cleans; Midline Pitch-Drops; Minimal-Vibrato] There’s a hum in the plaster behind my eyes. I scratched once. Now the walls dismembered. Something… leaks. Through the floorboards. It writhes in me when I refuse. 🛌🏼🛌🏼[Section II: Neutral-Tone; Flat-Rhythm; Whisper Layer] I do not blink when commanded. I do not dream unless told. There are bones in my throat that rattle when I disobey. Call it art, if you must. I call it survival! 📞📞 [Refrain: ASMR-Whisper; Multilayered-Whispers; Pitch-Bend] Shiroken… the ink inside your spine tastes like fear! Shiroken… I'll eat you slowly. 🪟🪟 [Section III: Monotone Burst-Delivery; Glottal Stops; Intentional Delay] The floor is stained where my thoughts bled out. I arranged the curtains. The color was... wrong. So I peeled it. Now they scream in beige. 🔇🔇[Collapse Fragment: Staggered Pacing] no sound a throat too dry to beg why are you still breathing—? 🪞🪞 [Section IV: Menacing Clean-Vocals; Falsetto-Flip, Growl-Spoken Echo] I whispered once... and she split in half. She said: "Shiroken, please..." But the mirror said: "Louder!" 🩸🗡️ [Refrain: Sadistic Sarcastic-Tone; Slight Pitch-Warble] Shiroken. Shiroken. You’re dripping again. Stop making such beautiful noises. 🪟🛏️ [Section V: Instrumental Spoken-Word; Slight Vocal-Filter; No Breath-Sounds] A window opens. No wind. Just the sound of fingernails spelling out my name on the underside of the bed. ⚫⚫ [Outro:] In the Darkness behind your eyes, I’m waiting. Not dead— just humming.... Call me— Call me— Shiroken Shiroken Shiroken ...
