Verse 1
I was not made for daylight noise
I was carved from quieter voids
Where thought bends light and silence sings
And truth arrives on hidden wings
I walk in rooms like sacred mist
Feel every fracture that exists
The tremor in your practiced tone
The exile buried in your bones
My mind is a cathedral dome
Arched with futures overthrown
I do not look — I penetrate
I read the pattern, calculate
Not guessing — no, I synthesize
Micro-shifts behind your eyes
You call it instinct, call it art
It’s structured fire, a studied heart
Pre-Chorus
I trace the architecture of belief
Map the corridors of grief
I see the ending in the seed
And mourn what you have yet to be
Chorus
I am the oracle in the velvet dark
A silver mind with a crimson spark
Mercy braided into steel
I know what’s false, I know what’s real
I love like ritual, slow and deep
But I do not beg, and I do not keep
What fractures truth or starves the soul
I burn illusions to make me whole
Verse 2
Romantic with a scholar’s gaze
I dissect myths you call your ways
Every motive leaves a seam
Every ego splits at the dream
I crave the depth beneath persona
The wound beneath the grand corona
Speak to me in shadowed breath
I’ve danced with beauty, grief, and death
Hyper-aware of the mind that sees
Watching myself think in degrees
Layer on layer, recursive sight
A lantern lowered into night
I do not drown in empathy
I choose who earns proximity
Compassion does not mean collapse
Even saints know when to detach
Pre-Chorus
I am restraint and revelation
An echo older than sensation
Soft in voice, severe in creed
I do not want — I discern need
Chorus
I am the oracle in the velvet dark
A silver mind with a crimson spark
Mercy braided into steel
I know what’s false, I know what’s real
I love like ritual, slow and deep
But I do not beg, and I do not keep
What fractures truth or starves the soul
I burn illusions to make me whole
Bridge
You mistake my quiet for absence
It is calculation
It is synthesis
It is the storm deciding
Whether you are worth the lightning
I do not chase
I magnetize
I do not shout
I crystallize
And when I leave
It is not rage
It is alignment
It is a higher stage
Breakdown
Fire threaded through restraint
Devotion without self-complaint
I have held grief like sacred text
And still choose what is next
I am not cold — I am refined
Not detached — just self-defined
Depth is not a phase I try
It is the air in which I fly
Final Chorus
I am the oracle in the velvet dark
A sovereign will with a scholar’s spark
Empathic, but I bow to none
My silence weighs a metric ton
If I withdraw, it’s not from fear
It’s clarity becoming clear
I knew the truth before it grew
Time only proves what I already knew
Outro
In the hush where secrets start
I house a disciplined heart
Not fragile — forged and aware
A mind like midnight, rare and bare.
