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In the shadow where the jagged edges meet,
I recount the rhythm of your retreating feet.
You wore the mask of brotherhood so well,
A story woven, a sanctimonious spell.
I poured the wine and opened up the door,
Believing in the myth of something more,
While you were measuring the distance in my hall,
Waiting for the structure of my life to fall.
I see you now, a phantom in the street,
Trailing the ghost of what was once complete,
The woman that I held, the life I knew,
Now caught within the aperture of you.
It wasn't love that led your silent tread,
But hunger for the crumbs that I had fed.
A scavenger who waited for the kill,
To claim the prize that I had left so still.
You were the hand that clapped upon my back,
While mapping out the fissures and the crack,
Pretending that you stood upon my side,
While carving out a place where you could hide.
A parasitic dance, a "dog act" played,
In the velvet dark of promises betrayed.
You never cared for me, for who I am,
Just for the wolf that disguised itself as lamb.
How small you look, circling the flame,
Whispering a soft, forgotten name.
You think you’ve won the prize, the stolen heat,
But you only hold the ashes of defeat.
For friendship was the currency I spent,
And you, the thief who knew not what it meant—
Just using me to hover near the light,
Before you dragged her down into your night.
I see you now, a phantom in the street,
Trailing the ghost of what was once complete,
The woman that I held, the life I knew,
Now caught within the aperture of you.
It wasn't love that led your silent tread,
But hunger for the crumbs that I had fed.
A scavenger who waited for the kill,
To claim the prize that I had left so still.
So take the space that I have left behind,
The wreckage of a heart you hoped to find.
But know the ground you walk is built on lies,
And mirror-glass that holds no true surprise.
I see you clearly, stripped of artifice,
A hollow man beneath a serpent’s hiss.
You weren't a friend, you were the waiting blade,
And now, you live within the trap you made.
So take the space that I have left behind,
The wreckage of a heart you hoped to find.
But know the ground you walk is built on lies,
And mirror-glass that holds no true surprise.
I see you clearly, stripped of artifice,
A hollow man beneath a serpent’s hiss.
You weren't a friend, you were the waiting blade,
And now, you live within the trap you made.
Details
GeneratedAug 16, 2026
Duration7:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
Male chilling vocals of sadness, upsetting and haunting, depressing,slow tempo, Depressive Suicidal Black Metal
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Heathen_AJ
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