Eden in Ashes

We built a heaven out of broken glass,

Kissed the cracks and called it past.

Your hands were faith I shouldn’t trust,

But I drank them down — it tasted just.

You said love could make us clean,

But I’m still bleeding where you’ve been.

Eden in ashes, we still bloom,

Firelight dancing in our tomb.

You say it’s love — I call it doom,

But I’d burn again to be consumed.

You wear devotion like perfume,

Fills the air, but kills the room.

Every prayer you breathe on me,

Sounds like a curse disguised as peace.

You’re the sin I sanctified,

A holy ghost I never survived.

Eden in ashes, we still bloom,

Firelight dancing in our tomb.

You say it’s love — I call it doom,

But I’d burn again to be consumed.

If heaven calls, don’t let it in,

We found our god inside the sin.

Let the angels choke on smoke,

We were born from what they broke.

Eden in ashes, nothing new,

Every ruin still smells of you.

You say it’s love — I call it truth,

And I’d burn again just to feel you move.

(soft echo: “to feel you move…”)