[Verse 1]
Scales shift under skin, a tremor in my veins,
A half-breath, ember-breath that answers to my name.
When the corner of my jaw tightens, the darkness slides in slow,
Black mirrors in my pupils where the quiet used to grow.
I don't mean to wake it — it stirs on jagged bones,
A wingbeat like a thunderclap, a hunger in its tones.
The streetlights bend away; the night takes a new shape,
A molten seam of menace where I used to keep my faith.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
You never see the shadow 'til it's burning on your skin,
The hush snaps into static, and the smoke begins.
[Chorus 1 — full]
My dragon takes the light; my eyes turn night.
I leave a fingerprint of ash where your promises once were bright.
[Verse 2]
They step into the ember, fingers warm and naive,
Try to fold my wings with lullabies I can't receive.
Even you, my love, taste ember when I lose control,
Singed echoes of our laughter braided with a coal.
Molten regrets drip hot from where my silence broke,
Singed promises curl black around every word I spoke.
I hear them plead like rainfall on a tin-roof of my chest,
But scales remember hunger and refuse to rest.
[Pre-Chorus 2 — quiet]
Low and thin: breathe out, breathe in, try to count me back to land,
But the hush is brittle glass, it cuts the steadier hand.
[Chorus 2 — pared-down]
My dragon takes the light.
[Bridge — regret & memory]
I wanted morning—coffee steam, your hair in the sun,
A quiet joke at dawn, a laugh for just the two of us — one-on-one.
We shared a careless sunrise, your palm fit mine like fate,
Now that same hand tastes smoke and finds an ember on its plate.
I remember the hush before wings and how soft your smile could be,
That small cathedral quiet is the thing I once called free.
[Guitar Solo (wingbeat mimic) — heavy, syncopated]
(Instrumental: guitars crash like wings, drums like heartbeats — brief, savage, then cut to silence)
[Pre-Chorus 3 — whispered build]
I want the silence back; I want to fold these wings;
But the dark is patient, patient as the sins it brings.
[Final Chorus — explosive, vocal doubled]
My dragon takes the light; my eyes turn night.
I drag a trail of dragon-fire through everything I tried to keep alight.
My dragon takes the light — (my eyes turn night)
I drag a trail of dragon-fire — your skin remembers ash and white.
[Outro — pleading]
I want peace like quiet snow, a pale and gentle fall,
But every time I blink, the black returns and answers to the call.
Traces of dragon-fire map the map of who I've been,
I want to be the man you loved — not this monster caged within.
[Production Notes — suggested]
Heavy distorted guitars, syncopated drums, and a tight 4/4 rock groove.
Guitar solo should mimic wingbeats, brief and savage, then resolve to a quiet build.
Final chorus: vocal doubling and layered harmonies for impact.
