The Fire They Can't Undo

I spit fever, hush my name Bound in silk but born in flame Sculpted hands that carved me wrong A jagged edge, a shattered song Silver smoke still haunts my breath No escape, no second death A thousand voices twist my fate They call me cursed, they call me saint But I keep rising through the ache A siren’s cry they’ll never break I am the wound, I am the blade A burning star that won’t be tamed Isn’t it lonely, isn’t it cruel To be the fire they can’t undo? A bell unrung, a war unsung Still screaming underneath my tongue Dripping gold from broken teeth Twisted roots that grow beneath Branded wrong, a whispered sin They cut me down, I bloom again Every scar a sermon made Every breath a hand grenade A thousand voices twist my fate They call me cursed, they call me saint But I keep rising through the ache A siren’s cry they’ll never break I am the wound, I am the blade A burning star that won’t be tamed Isn’t it lonely, isn’t it cruel To be the fire they can’t undo? A bell unrung, a war unsung Still screaming underneath my tongue I am the smoke, the black-lit shrine I am the night with no divine No single verse, no preacher’s tongue Can save me now—the war’s begun Isn’t it lonely? Isn’t it cruel? I am the fire They can’t undo