(Deep male vocals, increasingly unhinged)
Hush. Don’t you dare cry —
I’ve got you here, in the dark, swallowed whole,
in that place where sounds bend wrong
and my voice is the only thing that finds you.
Hush. Don’t you dare cry —
I’ve got you here, in the dark, swallowed whole,
in that place where sounds bend wrong
and my voice is the only thing that finds you.
Listen: the black isn’t empty.
It hums. It waits. It’s been waiting for you.
And when I tell you to let the madness in,
you will. You already are.
Round they go — the stories, the lies,
the pretty little fictions you told yourself
before you met me.
Now it’s just us, spinning in the black,
a fatal waltz you never learned the steps to.
My world. My corners. My rules.
You’ll fall — not into a trance like some cheap trick,
but into me.
Deep. Final. Yours.
Round and round, round and round,
the obsession that devours itself,
the song that eats its own tail.
You’ll learn the steps eventually —
there’s really no other way out
but through.
And when you do,
when you’ve finally danced yourself empty,
I’ll still be here.
Humming in the walls.
Yours.