18. whyte || seven shards [wraith] [shard theory]

[Intro] [filtered piano loop, sub-bass synth] [Verse 1] [dry male vocals] [Verse] I got at least seven shards up inside my head — at large Some been spitting bars Others sit and spend my debit card One keeps a ledger of every slight One writes the names of the dead in cursive at night He doesn't forgive — he files He doesn't forget — he catalogs the miles One knows exactly where the bodies are buried One knows who swore and who worried One memorized the smell of every room he was asked to leave One keeps the evidence in case he ever needs to grieve And me? I'm the one who carries what the others couldn't hold The shadow in the ledger The silence in the cold [Chorus] I don't split — I exist No collapse, no myth just pressure in living form I hold the cost so the flame stays warm [Outro] Seven selves who all remember the source One of them keeps the books One of them writes the course Wraith.