[Intro]
11 PM, TV glow — the room hums green
I still hear his laugh like a photograph on the screen
Sad bass under my breath, heartbeat on repeat
This is not the end — I'm stuck between
[Verse 1]
I remembered my friend — always cheerful, always there,
Pullin' me out my shell, said "Come on, don't you dare."
Not for pretty face, for the way he wore his care,
His jokes were scaffolds, his patience was a prayer.
Late night, the clock clicks, the TV washes neon green,
I said I gotta go, he smiled, one of those simple scenes.
Back in the kitchen, fridge hung open like a grin,
Black arms like ink—reaching, sliding, slipping in.
I checked the spot where he'd been sittin’ — just a cold shadow, no skin,
No laugh, no breath, only the static in the din.
Taste of iron in my mouth, the lamp hummed low,
The air tasted like a promise that forgot how to glow.
[Pre-Chorus]
I froze, pulse like a drum, floor thunder when I fell,
Clouds at the window, TV static sounding like a bell.
He came back like he always did, voice soft, like a spell,
But when I asked, he blinked and said, "What monster?" — and I knew hell.
[Chorus]
Help me save you — don't fade, don't lose you (don't lose you)
Help me save you — don't break, don't choose you (don't choose you)
Shadow's creeping, cheap and ruthless, sliding through the view
Help me save you — don't fade, don't lose you.
[Verse 2]
Next day cold, he moved like a memory in slow-mo,
Words clipped like broken keys, jaw clackin' like stereo.
I tasted battery and rain from the corner of my tongue,
Fingers numb, the room spun, his laugh came out wrong.
He wore the same jacket but the seams held quiet frost,
When I brushed his sleeve — the warmth I knew was lost.
Smile practiced like a recording, eyes tracing distant storms,
TV glow under his skin like a script that deforms.
I started watchin' him like a watchman watches time,
Counting little tells — twitch of cheek, the hitch in his rhyme.
[Rap Break / Fast Verse]
Static snap — snap, clack — heart track, backtrack the scene,
11 on the dot, my vision got caught between what was and what might've been.
Tentacles in the fridge, reach for the milk, take the light —
I trip, knock the floor, the world hollers, he steps in sight.
Rapid-fire questions, chew on the edges of fear,
"Are you him? Are you here? Are you mine?" — his answer unclear.
I spit memories like grenades: football nights, roadside drives,
Laugh lines, late-night rhymes, all the small things that kept him alive.
But shadows know how to copy, to mimic warmth, to mimic grief,
They fold a mask over a friend and sell you sorrow as a thief.
[Bridge / Confrontation Build]
I stood at the doorway with the bulb in my hand,
Light like a lifeline, the cold like a band.
Do I call his name or call the knife? Do I pray or fight?
Do I pull him from the dark or shove the dark to the light?
[Verse 3 — Confrontation]
When we were alone he stared — face jerked up, shadow-skin spread,
Wide eyes swallowed whole, serpentine tongue like lead
