Different frequency

I move in shadows you can’t touch, a pulse you’ll never trace,

Whispers slip along my skin, but no one gets a taste.

I’m screaming in the silence, begging someone to reply—

But they’re deaf to every signal, only hearing the lie.

If you get too close, you’ll feel

The darkness breathing under me,

It hungers for a weakness—

Yours would set it free.

I’m on a different frequency, low and heavy, slow and deep,

Where desire twists with danger and the secrets never sleep.

If I let you press in closer, you’d feel the storm beneath my heat—

So I stay wrapped inside the static,

I’m not letting my demons feed.

I keep you circling at the edges, craving more than I’ll reveal,

You touch the surface of my fire, but never what I really feel.

’Cause if you crossed into my darkness, if you tasted what I hide—

You’d lose yourself inside me, swallowed by the night.

My shadows love temptation,

They ache to pull you past the line—

But if they ever got their way,

You’d never leave alive.

I’m on a different frequency, low and heavy, slow and deep,

Where desire twists with danger and the secrets never sleep.

If I let you press in closer, you’d feel the storm beneath my heat—

So I stay wrapped inside the static,

I’m not letting my demons feed.

You want the real me—

The one that bites, the one that breaks,

The one that drags you to the dark

And makes you beg for what it takes.

I’m on a different frequency, a channel meant for darker needs,

Where every touch is peril and every breath is meant to bleed.

If I let you press in closer, you’d fall too deep inside of me—

So I drown you in the static,

And keep my demons hungry.