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Planet MUNSUNIC — My Home, My Dome 1 by Sibabalwe

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Planet MUNSUNIC — My Home, My Dome 1

Emo Dark Trap

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Planet MUNSUNIC My home , my dome
MUNSUNIC Sparse pad hung, distal static like a promise
Neon craters bleeding, glue into black asphalt Ash rain on glass towers, crypts of a glass that holds
I walk the chrome alleys, count the scars like constellations Pocket full of dead satellites and late-night hesitations
Cold, cold skin, wind bites the bones beneath my jacket I trace your name on a shard, a tiny ritual I pocket
Memory flickers, a lullaby played on broken speakers I sleep on rooftops where the static keeps me near
A heartbeat sinks to 808, the city breathes in triplets I fold my loneliness to beads, stitch up the riblets
This orbit is crooked but it's where I learned to hone The ache, the arc, the map of how I've grown
Planet MUNSUNIC My home , my dome
MUNSUNIC Glass moves mirror my face, fractured and numb
Emo dog trapped, lullaby for the exiled and alone
Night market lights like veins under a bruised sky I butter with progress, trade a life for a clear eye
Static moons keep time, they stutter then they pause I carve a small cathedral out of rust and loss
Triplet hi-hats cut like teeth, my breath fogs a neon I kiss the cold of a street lamp, promise I'll carry on
A ritual I fold the last letter of your name in the ash Drop it in the crater, watch it bloom, watch it clash
Planet MUNSUNIC My home , my dome
Neon cravings, ash flame glass towers Made of bone, emo dog trapped and thrown
For the broken, turn to chrome
Under static moons we crown the castoffs Kings with crack crowns
This place is exile turned empire A kingdom built from thrown downs
I learned to bring in the noise Found an altar in the ruins
MUNSONIC In my escape and my exile The bliss I keep resuming
Here I plant the flags, ditched from scars of doom