“Resurrection From the Bloom”
Verse I
I slept beneath the roots of ruin,
Where daylight dares not stay,
Petals rotted into sorrow,
Every prayer tasted like decay.
Hands in dirt, lungs full of silence,
Heartbeat slow as borrowed time,
I was a name the world forgot,
A ghost still learning how to rhyme.
Pre-Chorus
Then something whispered through the soil,
A voice made out of rain,
Said, death is just a closed door,
Not the ending of the pain.
Chorus
I rise from the bloom, from the crimson and gloom,
From the flowers that fed on my tears,
Every thorn knew my name, every root held my truth,
I was buried alive in my fears.
Now the earth splits wide, I’m breathing again,
Through the rot, through the gloom, I consume—
What was lost, what was torn, I am reborn,
This is resurrection from the bloom.
Verse II
The garden watched me with dead eyes,
Moonlight sewn into my skin,
I wore my sins like wilted crowns,
Let the rot keep settling in.
Butterflies made out of ash
Danced where hope used to be,
I learned that beauty cuts the deepest
When it grows from suffering.
Pre-Chorus
Roots wrapped tight around my bones,
Tried to keep me in the ground,
But even graves can’t hold a soul
That remembers how it sounds.
Chorus
I rise from the bloom, from the crimson and gloom,
From the flowers that fed on my tears,
Every thorn knew my name, every root held my truth,
I was buried alive in my fears.
Now the earth splits wide, I’m breathing again,
Through the rot, through the gloom, I consume—
What was lost, what was torn, I am reborn,
This is resurrection from the bloom.
Bridge
Let the petals fall like confessions,
Let them stain my open hands,
I made peace with my reflection
When I crawled out of the damned.
If life grows wild from broken ground,
Then so will I, unchained,
A corpse of who I used to be
Was the price I had to pay.
Breakdown (Haunting)
Rot to rose—
Grave to throne—
I sing through dirt and shattered bones.
Death stood close,
I said, “Not yet,”
And tore my name from its shadowed chest.
Final Chorus
I rise from the bloom, hear the garden scream,
As the dead learn how to live,
Every scar is a seed, every loss is a dream
That the dark couldn’t keep or forgive.
Now the sun finds me soaked in blood and perfume,
I am proof of what pain can assume—
From the grave, from the doom, I resume,
Resurrection…
Resurrection from the bloom.
Outro
Still haunted, still whole,
Still growing through bone—
If you see flowers move on a lonely tomb,
That’s me
Coming back
From the bloom.
PoisonofIvy
