I reached for thunder, thinking it was light,
Danced with ghosts in the edge of night.
Built my faith in broken glass,
Kissed the void and watched it pass.

I painted dreams on burning steel,
Swore they'd hold, refused to kneel.
But echoes don’t return the same—
They speak in static, whisper blame.

I touched the pulse, then lost the beat,
Mistook the ash for something sweet.
I climbed through shadows, begged for signs,
But silence answered every line.

I traced your name in coded light,
Felt it fracture out of sight.
I stitched my soul to falling stars,
And bled between electric scars.

I touched the pulse, then lost the beat,
Mistook the ash for something sweet.
I climbed through shadows, begged for signs,
But silence answered every line.

No more sparks, no sacred call,
Just static steps before I fall.
I was the signal. You were the end.
Not a lover—just the bend.

I touched the pulse...
I touched the pulse...
Then lost the beat.

Ghostlight

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