Ashes of Eden

I dragged my name through broken glass,

left fingerprints on every sin.

The mirror shows a hollow man,

still breathing but caving in.

I heard You whisper through the smoke,

a voice that cuts the dark in two.

Take these ashes, make them Eden,

burn the wreckage into bloom.

I was dead, now I’m breathing—

resurrect me in this room.

The bottle lied, the needle screamed,

but grace still found me on the floor.

Your scars became my only map,

leading out the devil’s door.

I’m not the hero, just the thief

You caught and called Your own.

ASHES OF EDEN! RISE AGAIN!