glass ghost

Ghostly Shadow Journey – Part II (compact)
[VERSE 1]
Static in my teeth, I taste the snow of burned-out halos
Numbness in my nerves like every thought been repo’d by the shadows
Every prayer I mailed came back return to sender, ash-stained
Letters spelled my name in glitch-font, holy code half-drained
Woke in a glass lung, breathing secondhand confessions
Veins hum Morse code, looping addict-made obsessions
Wallpaper’s a shrine of dead reflections on repeat
Past lives pacing in a circle, dragging chains around my feet
I tried to bargain with the silence, signed my doubt in black ink
Promised I would feel again if I could forget to think
But the contract was a mirror, and the mirror wore my face
With a smile like a tombstone that refused to leave its place
Candles melt in reverse, wax climbs back up the wick
Time stutters in the corner like a scratched tape click
Every heartbeat overdubbed with choirs humming out of tune
I’m a sermon with no language, echo trapped inside a room
[HOOK]
So I drift half-dead, half-found, in the undertow of sight
Where the grief turns pixels red and the angels glitch in white
I thought I carved escape when I cut my own release
Now I orbit the same exit like a halo made of grief
The ghostly shadow’s hungry, but it’s wearing all my skin
I’m still hunting for a doorway carved with “you can start again”
If redemption is a language, I keep choking on the keys
Trying to spell a future out of haunted memories
[VERSE 2]
Floors hum like hospital lights, buzz of unconfessed relapses
Pills line up like rosaries, each bead a borrowed passage
Scriptures printed on prescriptions, small print, holy lies
Side effects list every demon I keep hidden in my eyes
I took communion with a capsule, washed it down with phantom rain
Now my conscience plays in slow-mo, monochrome and coded pain
Black Lodge corridors inside my chest, red curtains scream
Carpet made of scar tissue, seams ripping at the seams
Shame hangs like an IV bag, drip of old mistakes
Every drop another scene where I confused God with my snakes
I crowned my shadow sovereign, let it tax my every thought
Now I’m bankrupt in the spirit, paying interest on the rot
[HOOK]
So I drift half-dead, half-found, in the undertow of sight
Where the grief turns pixels red and the angels glitch in white
I thought I carved escape when I cut my own release
Now I orbit the same exit like a halo made of grief
The ghostly shadow’s hungry, but it’s wearing all my skin
I’m still hunting for a doorway carved with “you can start again”
If redemption is a language, I keep choking on the keys
Trying to spell a future out of haunted memories
[OUTRO – SPOKEN / HALF-RAPPED]
Somewhere between relapse and revelation,
I realized the cage and the key share the same metal.
The mirror that called me god
is the one I have to shatter
just to remember I was only ever human
pretending to be a ghost.

crazy rhyme schemes,flow hopping. confident calm controlled performance. legatto baritone male vocals. 808 rap hiphop