Ledger Of Nameless Debts

Shadows crawl beneath the stained, split skin, Veins run black with the rust of sin. A clockwork heartbeat hacks the light, Fingers pry the lids from your night. Glass-thorn breaths scrape marrow thin, Whispers gnaw the shape within. Candles drown in the blood of the dawn, A hush that hums: you’re already gone.

Hear the fracture of your given name, Static teeth tear through the frame. Flesh remembers what the mind forgets, A ledger full of nameless debts.

I come to terrify and frighten— Raise the ashes, burn the lightning. Grip the throat of dying dawn, Scream until the world is gone. I come to hollow every light, Feed your fear and starve the sight. Chains of silence drag you down, Crown the night and take the crown.

Claws of clockwork, teeth like coal, Scrape the map clean from your soul. Concrete heartbeat, iron rain, Ink the scars where hope has drained. Puppets twist on rusted strings, The bell of madness fever-rings. Mirrors fester, glassed in lies, A thousand mouths howl your demise.

Counting chaos in your chest, Harvesting what you suppressed. Hear the fracture of your given name, Static teeth tear through the frame. Flesh remembers what the mind forgets, A ledger full of nameless debts.

I come to terrify and frighten Raise the ashes, burn the lightning. Grip the throat of dying dawn, Scream until the world is gone. I come to hollow every light, Feed your fear and starve the sight. Chains of silence drag you down, Crown the night and take the crown.

Knuckles tattoo the glass, you tremble—hollow, Night devours bone and promise, follow. The sky unthreads the last thin seam, A rot of velvet, a drowning dream. Bones will shatter, voices multiply, Ceremony of the muted cry. Hear the chorus crawl beneath the skin, Chant the syllables of what has been.

I press my thumb against your name, Trace the minutes till they frame— The seam that splits the living from the kept, A ledger closed; the debt is met. Your breath is small, a failing bell, I feed the dark where nightmares dwell. No one answers when you call, The walls remember everything at all.

The air tastes of a funeral hymn, The lights blink out from limb to limb. Teeth like plowshares grind your last refrain, Nails of thunder scrape the grain. Screams are currency spent and thin, We trade your name, we trade your skin.

Ashes carve the words you fear, The end is present, breathing near. No salvation, only night, Bow to shadow, lose the fight. A thousand fences, folded, break— We stitch the world for our wake. The city folds its paper wings, And silence sues for everything.

We terrify and we frighten Raise the ashes, burn the lightning. Grip the throat of dying dawn, Scream until the world is gone. We tear the sun from morning’s brow, We teach the light to kneel and bow. We are the hush behind your eyes We are the end, the last disguise.

Silence fractures, silence bleeds, Take the dark fulfill the needs. A whisper claws at the last breath drawn, Smile, then vanish with the dawn.