2w

(Spoken, almost whispering)

I walked through the fields where the silence grew teeth,

Where the crows had forgotten how to leave the trees.

The sun was a wound in a sky stitched with ash,

And time…

Time moved like something dying.

(Low chant)

No names.

No graves.

Just shadows that hum in the wind.

(Verse – slow, poetic)

The ground was soft like breath,

And it whispered when I stepped.

"You're late," it said,

"You’re last," it laughed—

Then opened like a mouth.

(Strings rising — dissonant)

The trees bowed backwards,

Branches like fingers,

Like something praying in reverse.

(Refrain – echoed, distorted)

Who waits for me?

Not the living.

Not the dead.

But the ones beneath.

The ones beneath.

(Bridge – fragmented, surreal)

I saw a face in the fog.

It wore mine.

But smiled wrong.

It hummed a lullaby I never learned

And bled stars from its eyes.

(Finale – crumbling, low hums)

Now I sleep with my eyes open—

Beneath the soil that still breathes.

Not buried.

Not gone.

Just…

Listening.

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