A keyhole carved in the dusk’s embrace,
Traces of you in the twilight’s face.
Through jagged edges, your shadow weaves,
A fleeting glow in the heart’s soft eaves.
My breath is a hymn, it hums through the dark,
Bound to the pull of your fading spark.
Keyhole hums, a wound in the sky,
Your echo lingers where my angels cry.
It claws my soul, it steals my air,
A holy ghost in the midnight glare.
Keyhole calls, it’s all I chase,
A shard of you in the void’s embrace.
of the whispers and frost,
Our dreams decay where the stars are lost.
The silence screams with a velvet ache,
Each note a relic of vows we break.
I’m stitched to your shade in the endless deep,
A fragile prayer I’m cursed to keep.
Keyhole hums, a wound in the sky,
Your echo lingers where my angels cry.
It claws my soul, it steals my air,
A holy ghost in the midnight glare.
Keyhole calls, it’s all I chase,
A shard of you in the void’s embrace.
The abyss is singing, it swallows my plea,
Your form dissolves in tide’s decree.
Keyhole hums, a wound in the sky,
Your echo lingers where my angels cry.
It claws my soul, it steals my air,
A holy ghost in the midnight glare.