Die Into One (Remastered)

I ran from the dark, called it danger, Built my light like a holy cage. But every kiss from a stranger Wore your scent, wore your rage. I dressed my wounds in silence, Named the ache divine. But you were there in the quiet— The shadow I called mine. Oh, I played the wicked game Of wanting without touch. You were the flame, the shame, Too much, never enough. We fought, we bled, we danced, ’Til the war was done. And in the final breath, We died into one. You whispered through the mirror, “You are not whole alone.” I cursed your voice in terror, But it sounded like my own. We met on the edge of memory, Where shame and grace collide. You wore my face like poetry, And I could no longer hide. Oh, I played the wicked game Of wanting without touch. You were the flame, the shame, Too much, never enough. We fought, we bled, we danced, ’Til the war was done. And in the final breath, We died into one. No victor, no victim, Just the storm and the eye. No masks, no fiction, Just the truth and the cry. We kissed like fire and water, Like dusk and dawn undone— And in that holy slaughter, We died into one. No more wicked games, No more running blind. You were always me— The love I couldn’t find. We fought, we bled, we danced, ’Til the war was done. And in the final breath, We died into one.