You left your thorns in the shape of a vow, Now the cradle of us is a coffin, somehow. You laughed at the ashes, you dressed them in gold— But the ghost in my ribs never grows old. Under a scarlet sky, I rock the void to sleep, Your shadow’s a lullaby that cuts too deep. I’m humming the hymn of the love you drained— This rage is a cradle… and it bears your name. Your footsteps still echo where the nursery bled, A requiem for the living, a psalm for the dead. You sold the dawn for a handful of embers— Now the night never ends… and December remembers. Under a scarlet sky, I rock the void to sleep, Your shadow’s a lullaby that cuts too deep. I’m humming the hymn of the love you drained— This rage is a cradle… and it bears your name. Do you hear it? The hush where your heartbeat lied? It’s singing louder now… the lullaby’s alive. You laughed at the ashes, you dressed them in gold— But the ghost in my ribs never grows old. Under a scarlet sky, the stars all curse your reign, Your lullaby’s a funeral I wear like a chain. I’m humming the hymn of the love you drained— This rage is a cradle… and it bears your name.
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