Convergence

“Glass rains down like stars… do stars scream when they fall?”

Seven lives in a rust-stained cage

Tires sing hymns to the wet, winding rage

I saw teeth in the treetops, I saw

Eyes in the steel, white heat, then —

Nothing. Everything.

I woke up inside a scream.

Blood-taste static. My spine whispers,

“Move. Move.”

Why the fucck am I still breathing?

Ghost hands… still buckled in

Vacant smiles, skin like torn film

Laughter smeared across airbags and glass

Why did the song stop for them…

And not me?

I remember names but not the screams

I remember limbs like twisted dreams

They were my heart, my rhythm, my scene

Now I’m a solo — in an orchestra of grief

The silence chants: “Why you?” / “Why you?”

Bones set like tombstones in my skin

Survivor’s sin carved deep within

I carry six echoes inside my shell

Their laughter haunts the marrow well

A walking requiem with blood on my back

Their names, my breath / Their death, my track

Warped time signatures. Piano arpeggios echo under tapping guitar lines. Faint sound of voices fading in reverse.

Every mirror is a liar

It reflects who I was, not who died

I hold my breath when I pass crash sites

And sometimes, I dream they're all still alive

But the seats are empty

And my hands are red

I walk with shadows stitched to my spine

They speak in windchimes, cold and divine

I wasn’t spared, I was rewritten

The seventh soul, cursed and smitten

"We were flying…

And then…

The stars fell through us."

“I'm still falling.”