SLOW DEATH CONSTELLATION

(Intro — clean guitar)

Seven winters nailed their initials to my walls

Every laugh in crowded rooms dissolves before it lands

I raise another glass beside a vacant chair

While satellites crawl over rooftops like dying prayers

I learned to wear charisma like ceremonial steel

Shake hands, tell jokes, keep every fracture concealed

But midnight strips the armor from my ribs

And silence enters slowly like a blade beneath the skin

Verse I

I had a queen with hurricane pupils

She could quiet entire wars with one exhausted smile

Then some unseen executioner arrived without a warning

And folded her name into the soil

Now every stranger feels assembled from spare parts

Half-lit copies with rehearsed affection

I search their eyes for that catastrophic spark

But heaven forged her once — then burned the blueprint

CHORUS

Life without love is a slow death

A cathedral caving in one stone at a time

I stare at galaxies from my concrete exile

Begging the cosmos for a single divine sign

Life without love is a slow death

An iron lung filled with frozen air

If angels still descend through shattered weather

Then send one now — because I’m still here

(Breakdown)

Still — here

Still — breathing

Still — buried beneath a heartbeat

(Heavy Guitar Solo I — chaotic but melodic, rising like grief turning violent)

Verse II

Every evening my balcony becomes a lighthouse

Pointing nowhere ships can survive

Streetlights flicker like exhausted halos

While I interrogate the sky alive

Did I offend the architects above me?

Did I fracture fate without knowing the crime?

Did I break some hidden mirror in another lifetime

And sentence myself to this endless winterline?

Friends surround me like festival fires

But warmth is not the same as home

You can drown in crowded oceans

And still decay completely alone

I keep one side of the bed untouched

Like some sacred ruin nobody can replace

Her ghost still walks the corridors of memory

Barefoot through the chambers of my brain

CHORUS

Life without love is a slow death

A symphony choking inside my chest

Every sunrise tastes like unfinished sorrow

Every night becomes another test

Life without love is a slow death

A black-winged clock above my head

I ask the stars why they keep burning

While everything I touched lies dead

(Heavy Guitar Solo II — faster, aggressive tremolo harmonies)

Bridge (half-whispered, building into rage)

Where is the hand that drags me from this abyss?

Where is the pulse that resurrects my veins?

I don’t need perfection carved from marble

Just someone who can survive my rain

Because grief became a prison architect

Invisible bars around my days

And every prayer climbs upward bleeding

Then disappears without a trace

(Massive Breakdown)

Seven years — unanswered skies

Seven years — with ghosts alive

Seven years — I still survive

SO WHY… AM I STILL ALONE?!

(Final Guitar Solo — emotional, soaring, triumphant with lingering sadness)

(Outro — soft clean guitar)

Tonight the stars look less like graves

And more like doors not Opened yet...