Belcarra

Touch the shell Only traces remain like a strain on the bedpost Where I lay, chamber fades Second stage, I am tied to this venom I feel it compressing They call it a blessing, I call it my grave I latched to a heart so clinical I was alive to fight It feels unnecessary Pressure is a mortuary I lost static like a ritual I was alive to fight It feels unnecessary Pressure is a mortuary I feel it compressing They call it a blessing, I call it my grave I feel a darkness Survive off my beating heart I was alive when the sun went down I was alive when the sun went down I feel a darkness Survive off my beating heart I was alive when the sun went down I was alive when the sun went down And when you're touching a lie, are you thinking of me? I know I’m scratching a lie and I'm finding a thief I was alive when the sun went down I was alive when the sun went down I was alive All the lies, all the shame Cleanliness washed away Chamber fades in this venom too late For once, I was alive I was alive, I was alive I was alive I latched to a heart so clinical I was alive to fight It feels unnecessary Pressure is a mortuary I lost static like a ritual I was alive to fight It feels unnecessary Pressure is a mortuary I feel it compressing They call it a blessing, I call it a grave

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Feb 21, 2026