

Prompt / Lyrics
My ghosts in the dark always take the shape of you They linger in corners I thought I outgrew Beyond the bruises and the scars of you At twenty-three, I had no clue I learned to silence myself to keep peace Learned love shouldn’t come with conditions or teeth You said time would soften the ache But time just showed me what I escaped By twenty-nine I carried away my baby Fought tooth and nail just to save me Clawed my way out of the grave you dug With shaking hands, the truth I couldn’t make her stay for love I stood at the precipice, finally free A transformation born out of grief I wish you knew how much you shaped this Your manifestation of the scarred, and the fierce You don’t hear the echoes, the copies of pain Reflections in time still whisper your name They knock in my chest when the nights get long Like broken bells in an old church song I needed someone to help me heal But you picked at scabs just to watch me bleed You called it honesty, called it truth But cruelty dressed up is still abuse By twenty-nine I carried away my baby Fought tooth and nail just to save me Clawed my way out of the grave you dug With shaking hands, the truth, I couldn’t make her stay for love I stood at the precipice, finally free A transformation born out of grief I wish you knew how much you shaped all this The woman I am—the scarred, the fierce I don’t hate you I survived you And you’re still blinded by the lies you grew You tried to break me down to bone But I grew roots where you left stones Now the ghosts still come with your face and don’t stay I didn’t fall—I learned to fly From the edge you pushed me to leave it all behind I stood at the precipice, looked down, then through And found the life for us that never needed you My ghosts in the dark still look like you But they don’t own me They never do
Tags
Sleep token Hard Metal Raw Female singer, metal, power metal, violin
5:28
No
12/14/2025