Messiah’s Ghost

Silent thunder cracks beneath my skin, A ghost unbound, the chaos dwells within. Echoes of a savior drowned in lies, Walking through the ashes where truth dies. Blinded by the flames we refuse to tame, Chasing shadows that whisper our name. I’m the shadow of the messiah, born from fire and smoke, A mirror cracked, a promise broke. Carving freedom in the dark, A rebel’s hymn, a lightning spark. Blood-stained prayers in the midnight air, Chains that rattle but don’t dare despair. Lost in the static, caught in the fight, A flicker in the endless night. Dive into the fracture, fall through the veil, Where saints and sinners tell the same tale. The crown’s a weight, the throne’s a scar, We rise undone, who we truly are. I’m the shadow of the messiah, born from fire and smoke, A mirror cracked, a promise broke. Carving freedom in the dark, A rebel’s hymn, a lightning spark. From the ashes, from the scars, We become the midnight stars. No savior, no disguise, Only shadows, only rise.