Velvet Catacombs

Choirs rise in shadowed tongues,

Strings swell like mourners undone,

A heartbeat of drums, a funeral hymn,

The veil grows thin, the silence caves in.

Candle smoke bends like a spine in prayer,

Your voice still lingers in the stagnant air.

You wore your grief like a crown of thorns,

A sovereign of ruin, in silence adorned.

And I keep drowning in velvet catacombs,

Where your absence carves the marrow from my bones.

So bury me in choirs of fire,

Let the night collapse into my desire.

Every scream is a hymn to the void,

Every kiss is a temple destroyed.

Your shadow bleeds through the stained-glass light,

A requiem blooms in the dead of night.

You sanctify the wounds I cannot close,

A prayer unanswered, a hymn deposed.

Graves of silence whisper your name,

Ashes of faith ignite into flame.

I drink the dark where your spirit resides,

A kingdom of ruin where eternity hides.

Tremors in the chapel floor,

A serpent coils beneath the door.

Chains of devotion, heavy, divine,

I kneel at the altar where you left me confined.

So bury me in choirs of fire,

Let the night collapse into my desire.

Every scream is a hymn to the void,

Every kiss is a temple destroyed.

Swallowed by the organ’s cry,

A dirge for the gods who let love die.

If salvation waits beyond these tombs,

I’ll find you in the velvet catacombs.