The Weight

Silence bends before the sound arrives. Pressure rises in the dark. Every breath feels heavier, pulled forward by gravity. Melodic tension builds, emotional and cold. The rhythm exposes truth. Then the weight hits. Let it hit. Let it pull. Let it take control. I don’t run. I don’t break. I become the weight. Bass crashes half-time, massive and predatory. Melody fractures but survives. Power and emotion collide. The drop feels inevitable, crushing, transformative. Nothing returns unchanged.