#impactful
1st Track:
They say to forget about you,
as if memory were a switch,
as if devotion could be muted
by human hands fumbling the fader.
But you arrived in me in a quiet 4/4,
steady as a pulse beneath the ribs of eternity.
You imprinted your presence on my soul
without crescendo, without warning—
just a measure that never resolved.
2nd Track:
Between the beats
I hear your harmony vibrating
through the double helix of my being,
a counter-melody threading marrow and myth,
rewriting my divinity into something
that needed a name.
Nightly rituals of Sleep Token and skin,
sung lyrics in smoke-filled air,
incense of breath and belief.
3rd Track:
I remember sitting in my car,
my fingers foxtrotting on your skin,
as if touch itself were notation—
learned, repeated, sacred.
Your fingers laced through my hair
while my mouth confessed
Secrets between your thighs,
That the stars were never meant to hear.
Even gods kneel when worship is mutual.
4th Track:
Even gods forget the throne
when heaven answers back.
They say forget about you.
But how does a god forget
the moment love entered his heart
like spilled ink—
permanent, staining, holy?
Have you forgotten?
Or are you yearning, lusting to remember—
feeling the echo haunt your quiet moments,
the way unresolved chords
refuse to sleep?
5th Track:
Is that why you vanished?
A rest instead of a note?
A sudden silence where the orchestra
was still breathing?
On Christmas Eve
I sit alone in the snow,
a fallen constellation in mortal clothes,
remembering the shape of you—
how you fit against me
like destiny pretending it was coincidence.
And still I listen.
Still I count the measures.
Still I wait for the downbeat
that brings you back into time.
Static At The End Of The Record:
I still conduct the silence, hoping your name returns in minor key.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 12:38 AM UTC
Words
are like
w o u n d s
that
never heal:
impactful,
deep and
something
you never
forget
- SkullsNBones
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC