Dark form bleeds through pale reflections Cold steps, Counting out confessions Blood scent Hides beneath the surface I taste Every year I walked away My name in the glass Then gone Fingerprint ghosts I’ve always known I swore I would starve this ache Yet here it wakes I move like I’m alone Keep the urge under control Every one here wants a piece Of what I used to be Memory cuts like stone Cold Precise Carved in my bones I keep walking Eyes like knives Counting the dead against the living Back room marked with a fallen crest Old blood deals carried—never settled He smiles, same scar, same crooked tooth I see Every mortal Fragile truth His heartbeat is all I hear That steady beat pulls me near I try the words, they disappear Into the air I move like I’m alone Keep the urge under control Every one here wants a piece Of what I used to be Memory cuts like stone Cold Precise Carved in my bones I keep walking Eyes like knives Counting the dead against the living Once I had it right, I kept control Now it cracks in ways I've never known If I touch his face I disappear Into every life I left alone I move like I’m alone Lose my grip Lose my control Every one here wants a piece Of what I used to be Memory cracks that stone Let the fire seep through the cold I keep walking Eyes like knives Choosing what to kill What to revive
