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Refusal's Shadow: Kaelith's Darkwave Masochism 1 1 by Bryan

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Refusal's Shadow: Kaelith's Darkwave Masochism 1 1

Darkwave

0:002:42
Lyrics
Description
[Verse 1]
Kaelith’s fingers press like shadows on his skin,
Lykrin’s eyes drift cold but never sink within.
A hunger carved in silence, bruises left behind,
Reaching for a fracture that Lykrin won't find.
[Pre-Chorus]
Words drop sharp—cut close but don’t spill red,
Kaelith stretching to the line where pain is bred.
Underneath the skin, a restless knife will turn,
Lykrin holds away, refusing what he yearns.
[Chorus]
I’m the wound you never claim to hold,
The silent ache in frozen cold.
Strike me where my faults are sewn,
But your touch stays soft, like stone on stone.
[Verse 2]
Breath tightens, pulse a storm beneath the ribs,
Kaelith crashes into walls that never give.
Lykrin stands a fortress, quiet, uninviting,
A barren ground where sparks won’t find igniting.
[Pre-Chorus]
Words drop sharp—cut close but don’t spill red,
Kaelith stretching to the line where pain is bred.
Underneath the skin, a restless knife will turn,
Lykrin holds away, refusing what he yearns.
[Chorus]
I’m the wound you never claim to hold,
The silent ache in frozen cold.
Strike me where my faults are sewn,
But your touch stays soft, like stone on stone.
[Bridge]
Seconds crackle thick with dread, silence wrapped tight,
Desires tangled harsh as wires, twisting out of sight.
Where Lykrin pulls away, Kaelith’s hunger feeds the fire,
A flame untouched by water, burning in quiet pyre.
[Chorus]
I’m the wound you never claim to hold,
The silent ache in frozen cold.
Strike me where my faults are sewn,
But your touch stays soft, like stone on stone.
[Outro]
Kaelith waits in hollow shadows, no scars to show,
Lykrin’s refusal a flame that burns slow.
Between a want that deepens and a retreat that reels,
A fractured rhythm pulses, neither breaks nor heals.