Siberia, nineteen-oh-eight June thirtieth, morning breaks Daylight hangs like a funeral weight Something in the sky feels to late Birds cut dead, the tree line still Wind drops flat across the hill Light comes down, but brings no life Like heaven pulled a fucking knife Tracks through the frost, I trace the vein Pine-black maze, no breath or rain Game trails ghost across the plain Every footprint feels preordained Stillness screams through branch and air Shadow shifts before I’m there Echo lands before the sound Like something loops me back around Sky swells black, pressure critical Sun burns white, almost clinical Heat should hit, it feels invisible Whole damn morning turns subliminal Wolves won’t call; the birds stay gone Cold light bleeds across the dawn Rifle tight against my side Forest knows what I can’t describe Air tastes wrong, metallic-sick Pulse kicks hard, then skips a tick Clouds fold inward, black and thick Like God just glitched the fucking script I stop cold beneath that light No flame falls, no meteor strike It isn’t dropping from the sky It’s getting closer from inside Dead light falls, but gives no heat Heart beats loud; the woods go weak I feel something cross through me Then silence drops beneath my feet Black Sun — burn no heat Dead light — follow me Something in the sky rewrites my blood It didn’t fucking fall — it came for us Shadows first — sound comes late Time cut open — seals my fate Call it heaven, call it hell Black Sun came like a bombshell Air locks hard like frozen steel Treetops sway, wind ain’t real Pulse doubles, the sky peels Like every law forgot the deal White flash cuts through bleeding pines Cold fire fractures space and time Daylight folds behind the line Shadows jump ahead of mine Ground kicks up, horizon cracks Trees fold flat in domino stacks Shockwave rolls and breaks my back Thunder hits after the attack Dust goes slow like nuclear snow Ash hangs high, burns and glows I try running, ground says no Every step lands where I didn’t go Branches snap, but sound delays Smoke bends backward through the haze I watch sunlight lose its place Like time got punched across the face No crater where the fire should be No burning stone or wreckage seen Just blackened miles and static trees And something fucking staring through me Light in my eyes won’t leave a stain Heat on my skin don’t feel the same I try to run; it knows my name Something inside me learned the game Don’t move now — it’s fucking near Not in the woods, not in the air I shut my eyes — it’s waiting there Something grew behind my stare I felt it grab; it stayed put Not in my veins — beneath the look One step forward, two steps late Time got cut and glitched the date I turn my head — the forest drags slow Foot hits dirt, then the echoes go I see the path before I choose Like the future already knew Word don't fit what I became No clean wounds, marks, or stains I wasn’t spared; I got rearranged Every nerve speaks Croatoan's name Heart still mine, but something shares My lungs, my sight, my fucking fear It watches everything I see Then starts remembering things as me Storm clouds coil above the trees Green fire veins through broken sheets Whole world forgot to breathe Then silence spreads out underneath Forest laid flat past the flame Smoke hangs low where the treeline changed Ash drifts wrong through blackened rain Time falls crooked on the plain Treeline warps like heated glass Shadows split, then double back Branches break, but echoes stall Sound comes crawling behind it all Tracks in frost start changing shape Mine cut left when I walked straight Trail bends first before I choose Something maps the path I’ll use Shadow lands where I once stood Face in glass looks almost good Then it smiles before I do It’s learning how I move Fear burns out, leaves nothing clean Silence gathers when I breathe Every living thing goes fuckin still The world itself obeys my will Black rain bleeds from broken skies Green-vein lightning scars my eyes First the shadow, then the sound Dead air spreads across the ground Black Sun — burn no heat Dead light — follow me Something in me commanded meat It ripped open time — I couldn't retreat Shadows first — sound comes late Time cut open — I became Call me a monster, call me disease A Black Sun is rising in me Darkness walks before I do Dead air rolls, then the green cuts through The sky fucking split — now something runs Welcome to the house of the Black Sun
