From the grave you'll hear me
Call out your name
You're forbidden from my thoughts--
I hold them hostage, exhausting us both
My heart disapproves
But it's never really had a voice
I hear its faint cries just before the dawn
When we're at our darkest
And la luna's lunacy reigns terror on me
Invading the haven I spent all day fashioning
Nothing brings me joy anymore
God's bolted the window and armored the door
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 5:15 AM UTC
From the grave you'll hear me
Call out your name
You're forbidden from my thoughts--
I hold them hostage, exhausting us both
My heart disapproves
But it's never really had a voice
I hear its faint cries just before the dawn
When we're at our darkest
And la luna's lunacy reigns terror on me
Invading the haven I spent all day fashioning
Nothing brings me joy anymore
God's bolted the window and armored the door
