libretto:
“I thought the dawn had come…
but it was only the reflection of my flame.”


The stained glass burns with holy dust,
my shadow kneels where angels rust.
I built this haven from whispered sin,
a quiet grave to hide within.

The air is sweet, the world stands still 
the kind of peace that breaks the will.


Maybe I was saved,
or maybe I was swallowed whole.
Maybe the light was mercy 
maybe it was control.

This is my false haven,
where silence wears my crown.
The bells remember every vow,
but none of them sound now.

I built a paradise from ashes,
I called it home until it lied.


Every statue weeps my name,
carved in stone but none the same.
The throne is empty, I sit in air,
praying to ghosts that were never there.

The doors of heaven close behind,
I turn to light and lose my mind.


What is grace if it costs the heart?
What is peace if it keeps us apart?
If this is haven,
then I was never whole.


This is my false haven,
where silence wears my crown.
The light forgives, the flesh decays,
the soul forgets the sound.

I built a paradise from ashes,
I called it home until it lied.
Every wound turns glass, every scar turns white 
and I forget who I am.


“If this is heaven… then let it end.”


False Haven

fractured does not mean broken... 
its means becoming..

These are not for charts, this is not for fame. This is for the one who finds it and dreams with it. Even if only a single soul ever listens, the story will live.

False Haven

illusixn