Veil Of Rust کے بول

A clock’s face buried in the mud Ticking slow like a bleeding flood Eyes locked on a fading trail Steps sink deep where the colors pale Pull me down pull me deeper The weight of you a fever dream keeper Tie the strings to the broken beams This is not what it seems Metal bends beneath the strain Rust runs red through every vein The sky’s cracked mirror swallows light Day fights a losing war with night Hold me close till the ground splits wide Your breath burns cold on the riverside Pull me down pull me deeper The weight of you a fever dream keeper Tie the strings to the broken beams This is not what it seems The world hums low in its aching spine Every thread frays one stitch at a time We stand on a ledge that was never ours Counting the lines between the scars