hold… hold… let it rot… Lip gloss smeared like a dying sun, Ritual stains when the night’s begun. Heels crack stone, hear the floorboards plead, Every step feeds something underneath. Candles choke in a pool of wax, Time moves slow when the world collapses. We learned power by letting it ache, Pretty doesn’t mean we break. Slow is heavy. Heavy is holy. We don’t rush — We sink. We don’t shout — We pull it to the brink. PRETTY GIRLS SUM-MON THE VOID Soft hands dragging the world destroyed. PRETTY GIRLS SUM-MON THE VOID Smile sweet while the heavens void. void… void… sink… slow… Perfume thick like a mass grave bloom, Neon flickers in a sealed-off room. They want speed, they want shine, We want weight — give us time. Every crown bends the spine, Every throne rots from the inside. Grace learned where the lights go dim, We don’t fear what’s watching in. Stillness kills. Patience wins. Who opened it? WE DID. Who fed it? WE DID. Who stays when it bites back? WE DO. WE DO WE DO drag it down drag it slow pretty girls let it go We learned beauty breaks the seal, Soft voices make it real. Still hands, iron calm, We open gates with open palms. PRETTY GIRLS SUM-MON THE VOID No fear left to be destroyed. PRETTY GIRLS SUM-MON THE VOID We don’t flee — we step inside. beauty was never harmless…
