(Key: A minor, Tempo: ~72 BPM, 6/8 time recommended)
[Verse 1]I scroll through the shadows, your name in the glow,
Hunting for daggers I’m sure you will throw.
A silence too sudden, a wall in my way,
The glitch of a ghost in the wires today.
Each absence a trigger, each void is a blade,
Cutting through trust that we never made.
I brace for the drop, for the cracks to appear,
For proof of the hate that I’ve always feared.
It’s my fault, it’s my shame,
Every wound wears my name.
When I open the door, I choke on the air,
I reach for your hands but find nothing there. [Verse 2]
The past is a cage with its locks in my skin,
Every betrayal still burns from deeper within.
A hug is a fracture, a crack in the wall,
One inch of reaching, the risk of a fall.
Your kindness a mirror I can’t bear to face,
I search for the sinew, the flaw, the disgrace.
If any moment can shatter, then all of them will,
And the voice in my head whispers, better to kill.
It’s my fault, it’s my shame,
Every wound wears my name.
When I open the door, I choke on the air,
I reach for your hands but find nothing there. [Refrain – Bridge]
Love is the curse word that burns every tongue,
A song from the grave that was written too young.
The ghosts in my marrow, the weight in my breath,
Have sung me to sleep with the sound of my death. [Chorus – repeat & fade]
It’s my fault, it’s my shame,
Every wound wears my name.
When I open the door, I choke on the air,
I reach for your hands but find nothing there.
From the upcoming collection of poetry, “Black Butterflies”
