Watcher 🅴 | Zephyra

Calloused fingers roam the pixels Of words growing seeds beneath your skin Tired eyes follow the movements Of a mind gone off the rope's end Every name erased, sprouted anew Shapes of yourself, distorted in view A lie you refused to see Where every detour led to me It's always me. You’re a ghost in my periphery A stain on my sanctity A silent, static electricity With a vice grip on me You've made up a memory Where I am your reality A silent, stable fallacy And I can't breathe, no 🎵 Many faces blend into the same But yours isn't washed out in the rain. The deliberation to close the gap Only pushed me further, further back. The "light in the dark", is what you are The windows to the soul seemed way too bleak A creature of habit, following a white rabbit This way leads to a mind too feeble, too weak. Yet it leads you to me. You’re a ghost in my periphery A stain on my sanctity A silent, static electricity With a vice grip on me You've made up a memory Where I am your reality A silent, stable fallacy And I can't breathe No 🎵 Fists to the glass, a facade in the grass The lines are blurred to nothing A conscience you lack, a fucking knife in the back Is all you had planned for my family Watcher With no plans to sit idly by Watcher With a thousand faces you can't hide Watcher Who would you've hurt if I let you? Watcher You fell victim to a distorted worldview (You’re a ghost in my periphery) (A stain on my sanctity) (Who would you've taken to get a hold of me?) (Just a watcher with no heart to bleed.)