Bring me back from the dead—
pull me under
with the weight of your sins.
I’ll tend to your wounds
and carry your name
long after—
it breaks me.

Bring me back from the dead—
pull me under
with the weight of your sins.
I’ll tend to your wounds
and carry your name
long after—
it breaks me.

4am
While the world sleeps,
I am lost
between agony and hope
Hot tears,
cold dreams,
the ghost in the mirror is me.
The weight of unmoved mountains
hangs heavy in my soul.
Thunderstorm afternoons,
another day of pretending.
The voices cannot hold my hand,
they only suffocate me.

