Firelight Lullaby - The Fireborn Genesis, pt II

White room hums like a throat gone numb, Soft song plays where the red lights run. Mama wakes up with her wrists gone raw, Daddy hears fire in the fucking walls. Blackwood Annex with the lights kept low, Roots in the concrete like veins below. Mama counts breaths through a plastic mask, Daddy bites blood when the questions ask. White coats watch from the camera glass, Clipboards click when the heartbeats pass. Same damn lullaby leaks through the lab, Like a prayer sealed tight in an evidence bag. Her voice comes thin through the speaker hiss, Shit cuts deep like a razorblade kiss. Mama sees red in the monitor glitch, Daddy cracks glass with a bloodied fist. Call grief data, call rage fucking control, Call love a signal with a measured soul. But pain don’t kneel when the lab lights glow, Pain learns your name as it kicks the damn door. Red lights bloom when her small voice fades, Mama feels heat where restraints engrave. Daddy screams, “Don’t make her break,” Then the lullaby starts and the white walls shake. Sleep, little flame! — Sleep, little flame! They call your fear by another name. Sleep, little flame! — Don’t cry, don’t wake! Room turns white when your small hands shake. Mama feels fire through surgical glass, Daddy hears screams through the static blast. Love don’t die when they tear us apart, Fire remembers what broke your heart. They split our name on a medical chart, Drew little maps where grief should start. Mama sees her in a hellfire dream, Daddy feels sparks in the IV stream. Bloodwork glows with a mutated code, Genome wakes when the heartbreak loads. White coats whisper, “The bond still holds,” Black roots crawl through the pipes below. Croatoan hums in the speaker wire, Old woods breathe under sterilized tile. Vexis smiles through an eldritch file, Like the whole damn lab was a funeral pyre. He says, “Don’t soothe them; let pressure rise,” “Let love scream loud under surgical lights.” “Pain is the switch when the sequence starts,” “Their grief is the key, in two human hearts.” Her cry cuts through... like a siren prayer, Mama burns hot... in the restraint chair. Daddy sees lab screens... map their hearts, Then Vexis smiles... “Now pull them apart.” Vexis speaks through green-lit glass, “Blood is the door and pain is the latch. Love is the signal grief is the switch, Fire learns hunger from what you miss.” Don’t kill them; place them in light, Some wounds need crowds to ignite. Bag their heads bind their hands, Drop them where the bright screens stand. Feed Saint Helens to the screens, Dress the ash in breaking scenes. Let cameras crown the grieving ones, Let fear decide what grief becomes. Mother breaks like chapel bells, Father turns grief into hell. Two hearts primed by what they lost, Croatoan moves fuck what it costs.” Black bags tight and the engine screams, Hands tied cold in the gasoline. Mama counts turns through a fever dream, Daddy tastes ash in the oxygen stream. Van doors slam near the billboard light, Bags ripped off in the neon white. Agents cut rope then they kick us wide, Broken saints dumped at heaven’s side. Times Square glows with a live report, Saint Helens scrolls like a last resort. Ash falls soft from a darkened sky, While every lens learns how to pry. Then sirens bloom through the crowded air, Flashbulbs burst like a public prayer. Mama screams “WHERE IS SHE? WHERE?” Daddy goes still with hell in his stare. Wake, little flame! — Wake, little flame! They taught your fear how to answer pain. Wake, little flame! — Don’t cry, don’t wake! The square turns red when the bright screens shake. Mama burns hot in a concrete heart, Daddy holds rage like a loaded spark. Love don’t die when they tear us apart, Fire remembers what broke your fuckin heart. Black vans vanish where the sirens start, Two broken souls with a missing heart. Times Square shakes as the red lights spark, Every camera mistakes grief for dark