Black Feathers & Forever

They crowned me with thorns made of static,

baptized in a church where the angels went tragic.

Kissed the black snow, watched the moon lose her face,

now I’m haunted by echoes that nobody chased.

They said, “Girl, you’re cursed.”

I said, “Fuck it, I been dead first.”

I danced with the crows in a carnival rain,

stitched my heart shut with rust and pain.

You wore a devil’s grin, I wore funeral lace,

now your ghost keeps scratching at my ribcage.

We built our cathedral from broken glass dreams,

drank from poisoned halos and silent screams.

Every midnight sermon whispered your name,

now the candles just hiss while I’m swallowing flames.

Fuck every promise.

Fuck every lie.

I buried my wings just to learn how to die.

They don’t know the language carved into my skin—

only ravens translate where I’ve fucking been.

You vanished behind iron prayers and locked skies,

left me counting black roses instead of sunrise.

So I wear all this sorrow like a crown made of wire,

smiling while I slowly become the fire.

If you ever come back through the cemetery gate,

don’t look for the girl who begged love to stay.

She drowned with the wolves beneath blood-red weather…

Now it’s just ash, black feathers… and forever.