Create New Playlist

Add a cover pic of your own choice

(Optional)

Name

AI Cover Generator

4 credits

Not enough credits (0/4).

Logout

Are you sure you want to Logout?

Close

Refusal's Shadow: Kaelith's Darkwave Masochism 2 by Bryan

SongGPT
Refusal's Shadow: Kaelith's Darkwave Masochism 2 by Bryan - Darkwave music cover art

Refusal's Shadow: Kaelith's Darkwave Masochism 2

Darkwave

0:002:41
Lyrics
Description
[Verse 1]
Kaelith’s hands press bruises into empty air,
Lykrin’s gaze flickers sharp, but never lands there.
Silent refusals trace the lines where wounds should crawl,
An ache that begs for fractures, met with nothing at all.
[Pre-Chorus]
Words like shards—they cut but never bleed.
Kaelith reaches out, craving what won’t concede.
Knives of longing twist beneath the skin,
Lykrin pulls away from the darkest sin.
[Chorus]
I’m the wound you refuse to write,
The shadow stretching past the night.
Hit me where I’m weak and known,
But your hands stay soft, stone on stone.
[Verse 2]
The pulse beneath the surface, a storm caged in flesh,
Kaelith’s breath quickens where pain’s a twisted mesh.
Lykrin’s silence — a fortress, cold and unshaken,
A watchful wall where the chaos stays forsaken.
[Pre-Chorus]
Words like shards—they cut but never bleed.
Kaelith reaches out, craving what won’t concede.
Knives of longing twist beneath the skin,
Lykrin pulls away from the darkest sin.
[Chorus]
I’m the wound you refuse to write,
The shadow stretching past the night.
Hit me where I’m weak and known,
But your hands stay soft, stone on stone.
[Bridge]
Split seconds thick with dread, in the silence carved deep,
Desires tangled like wires, secrets they won't keep.
Where Lykrin denies, Kaelith’s edge only grows,
A hunger unmet, a fire that no water knows.
[Chorus]
I’m the wound you refuse to write,
The shadow stretching past the night.
Hit me where I’m weak and known,
But your hands stay soft, stone on stone.
[Outro]
Kaelith waits in the quiet, no scars to claim,
Lykrin’s refusal burns like a whispered flame.
Between want and retreat, the blurred lines spin,
A shattered rhythm where neither loses nor wins.