Is death real?

I still speak to you when the room turns black,

Lay my hands on marble, feel your ghost breathe back.

Your skin’s just a shadow, but I call it warm,

I cradle what’s left of you as if it’s reborn.

They tell me to bury you, they beg me to let you fade,

But love makes a liar, and I can’t obey.

I wear your cold halo, sleep inside your grave,

Kiss the dust you left here, call the dark my name.

I know it’s wrong, I know it’s gone,

But I can’t stop my breath—

Being near you feels just like

A living death.

Your lips are a memory, your eyes are stone,

But I whisper our secrets when we’re alone.

The silence is heavy, it answers like skin,

Every word I mutter, I swear, sinks in.

They say to bury you, they say to let you fade,

But love makes a liar, and I can’t obey.

I wear your cold halo, sleep inside your grave,

Kiss the dust you left here, call the dark my name.

I know it’s wrong, I know it’s gone,

But I can’t stop my breath—

Being near you feels just like

A living death.

Hands like frost on my trembling skin,

I’m still alive, but you crawl within.

The church bells ring but they sound like chains,

Binding me closer, erasing my name.

I dress you in silence, I paint you in prayer,

Your absence is holy, but I find you there.

The world calls it madness, obsession, disease,

But they never tasted the ghost I breathe.

They tell me to bury you, they beg me to let you fade,

But love makes a liar, and I can’t obey.

I wear your cold halo, sleep inside your grave,

Kiss the dust you left here, call the dark my name.

I know it’s wrong, I know it’s gone,

But I can’t stop my breath—

Being near you feels just like

A living death.

Your face is a candle, melting slow,

I drink your silence, I let it overflow.

I thread your bones through the strings of my chest,

Play the requiem, never let it rest.

My hands shake, but they still won’t release,

The dead can’t betray, the dead can’t leave.

I choose the grave over letting you go,

I keep you alive in the rot I know.

I wear your cold halo, sleep inside your grave,

Kiss the dust you left here, call the dark my name.

I know it’s wrong, I know it’s gone,

But I can’t stop my breath—

Being near you feels just like

A living death.

I wear your cold halo, crown of winter frost,

Love isn’t tender, it devours what it’s lost.

I’ll take the blame, I’ll take the sin,

I’ll take what’s left of flesh—

Being yours feels just like

A holy death.

Cold halo… bury me low.

If you’re gone, I won’t go.

Cold halo… whisper my name.

If love is a grave,

I’ll stay. I’ll stay.