Shadow's Bloom

A version of a Dark pop song I've been writing. Beauty in darkness, hypnotic, cinematic

Velvet rain falls,
mist thick around crystal spires—
sharp, stretching, reaching.

High atop the glittering scars,
what was once safe
flickers now in midnight static.

Beyond the glass-heart’s reflection,
a poison kiss spreads—
crimson vinyl shining in the dark.
And the night keeps calling me back,
through the static, through the scars I made.
Every shadow whispers my name,
pulling me closer to the place I fade.

Smoke and silence breed
the shadow’s bloom,
washed across the broken mirrors
of moonlit fever.

Beyond the glass-heart’s reflection,
a poison kiss spreads—
crimson vinyl shining in the dark.
And the night keeps calling me back,
through the static, through the scars I made.
Every shadow whispers my name,
pulling me closer to the place I fade.

I’m slipping under—deeper, deeper,
threads of shadow winding through my breath.
The dark folds in around my edges,
pulling every part of me into its depth.

And the night keeps calling me back,
through the static, through the scars I made.
Every shadow whispers my name,
pulling me closer to the place I fade—
my stillness restless in the neon glow
of shadow’s bloom.

Velvet rain falls…