I lit the match with shaking hands, Then prayed the fire wouldn’t burn too long. A choir of everything I did wrong. I kissed the blade I swore I’d throw away, Promised you light, but fed you gray. I loved my wounds like they were gold, But now I bury what I can’t hold. I drink the venom dressed in honey, A requiem still sings for me. The shattered truth turns into silence, And shadows write the end for me. I stood in silence at the edge again. The fall looked softer than the climb. I broke the glass I used to breathe through, And bled out everything I used to believe. So here’s the end, no curtain call — Just ashes whispering through the hall. If I’m the ghost inside this skin, Let this be the breath that starts again. I drink the venom dressed in honey, A requiem still sings for me. The shattered truth turns into silence, And shadows write the end for me. I drink the venom dressed in honey, A requiem still sings for me. The shattered truth turns into silence, And shadows write the end for me.