Obsidian ground beneath my feet, Ash in my lungs, salt on my cheek. The stars are gone, but her voice remains, Soft as mercy, sharp as pain. She calls my name through the ruin’s breath, Her love still bleeding past her death. I came for peace, but found the flame, That knows my soul, that speaks my name. When the gods go quiet, And the stars go blind, I’ll still hear your voice In the back of my mind. Love made a weapon, And left me behind. Her silver gaze, a storm’s regret, A thousand lives I can’t forget. The girl I knew beneath the sea, Still reaching out to bury me. I feel the pull, the tender snare, The echo of what isn’t there. Her voice a hymn I can’t erase, A final kiss, a fall from grace. When the gods go quiet, And the world unwinds, You’ll still be the ghost That tears through my mind. Love made a weapon, And left me behind. You left me behind! “You came for me,” she said. “I never left,” . When the gods go quiet, And the stars ignite, I’ll burn my sorrow To make you light. If love’s the end, let it start again, From the fire, from the pain. I’ll rise, I’ll rise Till the gods go quiet again.
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