Tear down the bells, they never sang for me! The silence wore a crimson crown, I kissed the sky with bloodied knees And watched the choir tumble down. You prayed in velvet, But I screamed in dust. You held a candle I became the rust… Let the shadows rise and spin! I am the requiem, deep within! Scream with me - break the hymn! This love’s a storm in porcelain skin! I danced through fire, dressed in ash, With wolves that laughed at every lash. No saints remain, just hollow bones In cathedrals made of broken tones. The mirrors screamed, I saw my name Carved in frost on windows black The ghosts I fed returned in flame, And danced a requiem on my back. I stitched my soul with threads of dusk, Hung lullabies from gallows high. But even angels sleep in rust When lullabies begin to lie. Shatter the hymn. Burn the frame. Call the storm By its name. Let the chapel shake and spin! Raise the requiem from within! Cry with me - break the hymn! Love me loud - through flame and sin! Let the darkness sing again!
