Ashes, Not a Title
We lit the sky with cities, burned them just to feel alive
Built our shrines on the backs of graves and dared the earth to survive
Then wondered why the stars fell out, like even heaven gave up the drive
nothing lasts forever—yeah, but fuck, you didn’t mean this
Your ring melted into the floorboards while I choked on one last kiss
And your name’s a smear on the smoke now, fading like it never did exist
You were fire, you were warpaint, you were the scream I wore like skin
Now you’re ashes on a busted wind, dancing where the end begins
If I breathe too deep, you’re in me, if I close my eyes, you win
But the world won’t carve your name—it just forgets and grins
They say we’ll rebuild, but all I see are bones dressed up in steel
You don’t rebuild what broke on purpose, you just fake the way you feel
And pray the ghosts won’t follow you, dragging chains behind your heel
The sky’s still red like your last breath, I can’t wash it off my hands
The silence hums in unchanging now where your voice used to stand
And I’d sell this fucked-up future just to touch your back again
You’re not a monument, not a page, not a picture I can tame
You’re the dust that fills my lungs when I whisper through the blame
The world may not remember, but I do—and th’s your name.