(Verse 1 slowly increasing tension with a thundering heartbeat)(bpm 150-170) (raindrops falling,crows)(heavy build up and drop)
In a house where the walls still breathe,
Where the night clings close like a grieving wreath,
A wanderer stepped through dust and decay,
Drawn where the dying candles lay.
Two flames flickered in the weight of the gloom,
As if summoned to witness doom—
Guiding a trembling, silent hand
Toward the mirror’s cold command.
(Chorus)
And the one in the mirror stares,
Eyes like shadows, cold as prayers.
Hand to hand through the frozen frame,
Calling softly without a name.
Oh, the one in the mirror sighs,
A hollow sound where the lost light dies…
(Verse 2)
From the silver there rose a face,
Shaped by sorrow, stripped of grace—
A child of fog, of frost, of night,
A memory carved from fading light.
It whispered with lips that did not move:
“Stay with me—don’t ever lose
What you forgot, what you once knew.
I waited here… I wait for you.”
(Chorus)
And the one in the mirror stares,
Eyes like shadows, cold as prayers.
Hand to hand through the frozen frame,
Calling softly without a name.
Oh, the one in the mirror sighs,
A hollow sound where the lost light dies…
(Bridge)
A chill like burial soil crept in,
Dragging breath, dragging skin,
Old guilt rose like a rotting tide,
Pulling the wanderer deep inside.
“Take my place,” the whisper bled,
“With your warmth, I’ll rise instead.”
The mirror throbbed like a living wound—
And swallowed the scream too soon.
(Final Chorus)
Now the one in the mirror waits,
Still and silent behind its gates.
Little face pale as winter rain,
Empty eyes watching, full of pain.
Oh, the one in the mirror calls,
A lullaby through abandoned halls…
Calling you near… calling you near…
Calling you to disappear.
BLACKLARK
