The Shape That Bled the Sky
• Written by user467390572
(Verse 1)
All things birthed are cursed to fold
In silent loops of fevered gold
I watched the hourglass invert
And bleed its sand through dying dirt
Truth was shaped by hands not real
Scraped from thought that could not feel
A will imposed on empty air
So gods could rot and still seem fair
(Pre-Chorus)
There was no voice inside the flame
No promise held within the pain
Just echo-walls of dying stars
And dust that thought it made a name
(Chorus)
I saw the shape that bled the sky
Its form a wound that learned to lie
Its breath — a hymn of void and glass
It sings us dead, then lets us pass
(Verse 2)
Faith is light through oil and smoke
Bent by need and doomed to choke
Each prayer — a plea to deaf design
A mirror cracked through hollow time
The self — a coil of meat and doubt
It dreams until the marrow dries out
What burns inside is not divine
It’s just the static of the mind
(Bridge – slow, oppressive)
Burn the shrine
Bury the sun
No dawn remains
The end has come
Peel back the veil — there is no source
Just thought decayed and bent by force
The nothing speaks in every tongue
And still, we praise its empty lungs
(Breakdown – violent and bleak)
We are the scream behind the veil
We rot with purpose carved from nails
No light, no goal, no peace, no sin
Just flesh that weeps where thought begins
(Final Chorus – slower, more atmospheric)
I saw the shape that bled the sky
A myth that lived so gods could die
Now silence wears the crown of flame
And I dissolve inside its name
Rot reborn in holy spite
The god within now burns in blight
