Black Widow - Torn (isn’t that what angels feel)

[Intro – Flow: slow, sorrowful narration with layered whisper effects] I was glass before the crack, a name before the scream Fifteen, stitched with daydreams and dopamine I thought I loved him — isn’t that what angels feel? But every saint’s rejection sharpens what’s real [Verse 1 – Flow: East Coast narrative, heavy multisyllabic rhyme and inner rhyme] He had chalk on his cuffs, smelled like cedar and calm When he said my name, it disarmed the alarms I clung to praise like a castaway clings to driftwood He told me I was brilliant — I misunderstood I heard "stay," he meant "grow" I traced hearts in my notes with my lipstick below Saw Langford lean in, brushing lint from his vest And suddenly my veins burned inside my chest So I snapped — made her ruin seem born of fact Photoshopped boys in positions, unnatural acts Left it in her drawer like a gift-wrapped sin Had her crying on the floor with her trembling chin She vanished overnight — one rumor too loud And I smiled through detention like I’d made her proud [Pre-Hook 1 – Flow: spiraling tension, claustrophobic rhyme] Call it madness or devotion, it bled just the same Love me wrong or love me not — I’ll take the blame [Hook – Flow: melodic chant with grim undertone] Don’t say it’s care, if you never let it show Don’t plant a seed, if you’re scared to let it grow I gave you the whole of my cracked, young soul But you turned away — now I’ve lost control [Post-Hook 1 – Flow: monotone, voice trembling like breathless rage] You could’ve held me... now she’s gone instead [Verse 2 – Flow: bounce cadence, tight syllabic chains, unstable energy] I wore mom’s dress — red slit up to my thigh Smudged her perfume where my innocence died Waited after class, said “I’m ready — let me in” He stepped back slow like I spoke in sin Said, “You’re a child — bright, but far too young” And those words struck like nails through my tongue “You’ll find love someday,” he smiled so soft But I already had, and he wrote me off So I carved his name in a bleeding rose But I already had, and he wrote me off So I carved his name in a bleeding rose Pinned it to my chest like a martyr knows Left love letters soaked in nail polish fumes Lit a candle by his door in a shrine of gloom [Pre-Hook 2 – Flow: unsteady, obsessive whisper cadence] You gave me hope and then called it wrong You taught me dreams, now choke on the song [Hook – Flow: reprise, more emotional dynamic] Don’t say it’s care, if you never let it show Don’t plant a seed, if you’re scared to let it grow I gave you the whole of my cracked, young soul But you turned away — now I’ve lost control [Post-Hook 2 – Flow: bitter low snarl, doubled whispers] I would’ve killed to hear you say my name… [Verse 3 – Flow: slow horrorcore cadence, triplet phrasing] Langford gone, but still I hear her sigh In my head when I cry, when I lie, when I try You looked at me like a smudge on your suit So I left you a present in a lamb gone mute Carved her name on its pelt with a needle and thread Drenched in red, school steps where the sunrise bled Wrote, “She died for love,” in cursive stain Thought you'd get it — but you said I was insane So I snapped again, clipped a lock from your chair Braided it in mine like a lover’s prayer Slept in your sweater, it smelled like June While I stitched up dolls to resemble your room [Pre-Hook 3 – Flow: descending pitch, soft spoken with choked sobs] I’m not wrong — you’re just blind to see What love becomes when it’s born in grief [Hook – Flow: last reprise, broken melody with emotional crack] Don’t say it’s care, if you never let it show Don’t plant a seed, if you’re scared to let it grow I gave you the whole of my cracked, young soul But you turned away — now I’ve lost control [Post-Hook 3 – Flow: static, whispered rage] I’ll take everything she was — and bury her whole [Verse 4 – Flow: East Coast rhyme-density, venomous pacing] You said no like a whisper, like a cautious friend But I heard goodbye and painted the end Now every girl who smiles too long Becomes a corpse in my private song I wear your silence like a crown of lead Sleep with rage where love once bled Said I was too young — then why plant the seed? Why teach a starving child what they’ll never feed? You made me monstrous, dressed in denial But I was made in that basement — born feral, defiled [Outro – Flow: fading spoken word, ethereal ambient beat] When they ask what broke her, say it soft: A mirror cracked, a teacher lost... and a thorn that blossomed