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Funeral Drum Heart 1 by rian

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Funeral Drum Heart 1 by rian - Darkwave,Androgynous (Dry, Intimate) Vocals music cover art

Funeral Drum Heart 1

Darkwave,Androgynous (Dry, Intimate) Vocals

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(Verse 1)
In the hollow where the night bleeds slow,
I keep my scars like winter's falling snow.
Moth-eaten velvet by a windowsill,
I don't love you — I'm too flawed, I'm ill.
(Pre-Chorus)
Hear the gated kick, a low confession,
Wax drips in time with this procession.
(Chorus)
I'm sorry — my heartbeat's funeral drum,
A ritual room where the moon's lips hum.
Candles bow, the dried wine stains the cup,
Impossible to be happy — we drink it up.
(Verse 2)
Cracks trace my chest like porcelain lines,
Time pools in teacups, slow as winter pines.
Your hands search warmth where frost has learned to stay,
I bring the cold that steals the light away.
(Pre-Chorus)
Close the shutters, let the low-end swell,
We memorize the places sorrow fell.
(Chorus)
I'm sorry — my heartbeat's funeral drum,
A ritual room where the moon's lips hum.
A moth-wing whisper on the velvet seat,
Neither with me nor you — the dirge repeats.
(Bridge)
On the parlor floor our footsteps write a stain,
Your heel leaves ghosts, my shadow keeps the frame.
We spin a danse macabre — heels on chalk and bone,
The echo counts the vows we never owned.
I drop a candle, watch the wax bloom red,
It maps the lines I wish I'd never said.
This turning wheel inscribes a name I can't become,
I fold my hands, the rite is done, the music hums.
(Final Confession — Chorus, doubled harmony)
Forgive me — my heartbeat will be your last drum,
Take the dawn, not this house where cold crumbs come.
I don't love you; I am splinter, I am rust,
Neither with me nor you — let both of us adjust.
(Outro)
Leave the keys upon the mantle, close the door,
No promises, just footsteps on the floor.
A farewell whispered, soft as candle smoke,
Too flawed to stay — I watch the mirror choke.
(Spoken coda over fading beat)
I am sorry. I am sorry. Hear the funeral drum,
Let morning find you whole — not stitched to what I've done.
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