He stood encased in silence, though his heart began to break
The first real crack in decades that a soul could ever make
He did not wrap his arms around her, nor did he turn to fly
But a glint of silver gathered in the corner of his eye
The static of his presence wavered, thin and out of tune
Like a lonely radio playing to a cold and blood-red moon
He felt the warmth she offered, the salt upon her skin
Yet even as his spirit wept, he maintained that jagged grin
He stood encased in silence, though his heart began to break
The first real crack in decades that a soul could ever make
He did not wrap his arms around her, nor did he turn to fly
But a glint of silver gathered in the corner of his eye
The static of his presence wavered, thin and out of tune
Like a lonely radio playing to a cold and blood-red moon
He felt the warmth she offered, the salt upon her skin
Yet even as his spirit wept, he maintained that jagged grin
A tear escaped, a traitor to his carefully crafted art
But the smile remained unwavering, tearing him apart
He knew the world expected him to be the one they saw
So the grin held fast, a prison built by his own law
The static grew around him, a shield against the pain
A broadcast of indifference, a desperate, silent rain
And though his eyes betrayed the storm that raged within his soul
The grin stayed fixed, a testament to his unbreakable control
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 2:04 PM UTC
He stood encased in silence, though his heart began to break
The first real crack in decades that a soul could ever make
He did not wrap his arms around her, nor did he turn to fly
But a glint of silver gathered in the corner of his eye
The static of his presence wavered, thin and out of tune
Like a lonely radio playing to a cold and blood-red moon
He felt the warmth she offered, the salt upon her skin
Yet even as his spirit wept, he maintained that jagged grin
He stood encased in silence, though his heart began to break
The first real crack in decades that a soul could ever make
He did not wrap his arms around her, nor did he turn to fly
But a glint of silver gathered in the corner of his eye
The static of his presence wavered, thin and out of tune
Like a lonely radio playing to a cold and blood-red moon
He felt the warmth she offered, the salt upon her skin
Yet even as his spirit wept, he maintained that jagged grin
A tear escaped, a traitor to his carefully crafted art
But the smile remained unwavering, tearing him apart
He knew the world expected him to be the one they saw
So the grin held fast, a prison built by his own law
The static grew around him, a shield against the pain
A broadcast of indifference, a desperate, silent rain
And though his eyes betrayed the storm that raged within his soul
The grin stayed fixed, a testament to his unbreakable control
