Ghost Pulse

There’s static under my skin tonight,

Every breath hums like a warning light.

I see shapes where the shadows sleep,

Something’s calling under my heartbeat.

Can’t tell if it’s real or memory,

A phantom rhythm haunting me.

You’re my ghost pulse, buried in my veins,

Beating in the dark, whispering my name.

Can’t run from the echo, can’t kill the crave,

You move through me — like waves, like waves.

Your voice drips slow through the wires,

Every word ignites a quiet fire.

If I close my eyes, I swear you’re near,

Breathing chaos right into my ear.

The silence bends when I say your name,

Love and fear — they sound the same.

You’re my ghost pulse, buried in my veins,

Beating in the dark, whispering my name.

Can’t run from the echo, can’t kill the crave,

You move through me — like waves, like waves.

I’m weightless, lost inside the hum,

Where the sins of us all come undone.

If this is ruin, then let it bloom —

I’d rather die than lose the tune.

You’re my ghost pulse, haunting me slow,

Every beat a secret I shouldn’t know.

Fade through my ribs, through the hollowed cage,

You move through me — like waves, like waves.

(distant vocal echo: “like waves, like waves…”)