[Verse 1]
He flinched before your fingers touched
A shadow slipping from the clutch
Of every love he couldn't trust—
He learned to leave before the crush.
A contract sealed at age of seven,
A pulse exchanged for curse and heaven.
[Verse 2]
His father's screams still stain the ground,
His mother’s face, a muted sound.
He wore a cross he never chose,
Its weight a lie that never froze.
The time stood still to keep him whole,
But left a fracture in his soul.
[Pre-Chorus]
He writes the world he never knew,
In ink and blood, and something true.
Each page a breath he didn’t earn,
Each line a life he watched it burn.
[Chorus]
He never aged, he never grew,
He kissed the dark and cut it through.
They called him monster, vessel, sin—
But time stood still and locked him in.
He never lied, he never screamed,
He just became the ghost they dreamed.
And now that time begins to run,
He dies before he’s truly done.
[Verse 3]
The night before the rope was tied,
His mother kissed him—then he died.
She dug his father’s eyes with grace,
Then wore his blood upon her face.
His father dreamed he'd break the thread,
That gold-eyed child would change the dread.
But in the end, despite his plan,
The boy still bore the yellow brand.
[Bridge]
A thousand deaths for one lost child,
A soul devoured, a demon smiled.
But maybe, if you read it right,
You'll see his name behind the light.
(But he never wrote it.)
[Chorus]
He never aged, he never grew,
He kissed the dark and cut it through.
They called him monster, vessel, sin—
But time stood still and locked him in.
He never lied, he never screamed,
He just became the ghost they dreamed.
And now that time begins to run,
He dies before he’s truly done.
[Outro]
This was his tale, with blood it’s penned,
Each page a mask, a means, a bend.
But maybe truth was just a ploy—
A lonely boy who played with noise.
A book of lies he left behind,
To trick the gods, to blur the line.
And now he sleeps, unnamed, alone—
In time that once he called his own.
