Incubus from Wraith by Glass Idols

ONE TINY SOLECISM, THAT'S ALL IT TOOK,

TO LET THE DARKNESS INVADE MY CORE,
INTO THE ROOM THAT FELT SO FAMILIAR.
BUT AT THE SAME TIME, I'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE.

THE DARKNESS THAT PIERCED THE BLACKOUT CURTAINS,
AND CREASED AN ANTI-SHINE ONTO THE ROOM SERVICE PHONE.
HEADLIGHTS WHIZZING BY IN PAIRS, FIGHTING THE OLD TV IN THE CORNER,
FOR MY ATTENTION, BUT LOSING TO THE TECHNICOLOR.

IF THIS IS WHERE I REALLY AM,
THEN WHY ARE YOU NOT WITH ME?
AN OVERWHELMING FEEL OF LOSS, GNAWING AT MY BRAIN.
IS THIS DREAMING?
A PROPHECY THAT JUST SAID 'TO BE.'
A TRAGEDY, IN THE SWEET REFRAIN.

SOME VAGUELY FAMILIAL MELODY,
LIKE IT'S A SONG THAT I'VE KNOWN ALL MY LIFE.
BARELY AUDIBLE, UNDER THE SOUND OF THE SHOWER,
LIKE IT'S FLOATING IN THE STAGNATING POOL.

A SYNTHETIC WILE, A CRASH ON THE TILE.
THERE WAS JUST TOO MUCH BLOOD.
A TINY SOLECISM, THAT'S ALL IT TOOK.
A TACTLESS FALL ONTO SHARDS OF MIRROR.
BAD LUCK, SURRENDERING TO BAD LUCK.

IF THIS IS WHERE I REALLY AM,
THEN THERE'S JUST TOO MUCH BLOOD.
AN OVERWHELMING STATE OF EMERGENCY.
ALARMS SOUND, NEVER ESCAPING MY SLEEPING BRAIN.
THE TRAGEDY IN SWEET REFRAIN.

IF THIS IS DREAMING, WAKE ME UP.
IF I AM DREAMING,
SOMEONE FUCKING WAKE ME UP.

• Djentcore
• Metal
• Technical Metal
• djent
• progressive metal
• Watauga