Reckoning

You wear the night like a second skin,
A fragile truth I can’t begin.
You took my name, you took my face,
And left me drowning in your grace.
I see you now, the lie, the cage,
The twisted love, the boundless rage.

Tell me, was it ever real?
This hollow void I let you steal?

Face me now—
Take your crown.
Do you feel it breaking down?
Take my soul,
Burn me whole.
But I won’t beg—I won’t let go.

You’re in my blood, you’re in my breath,
A silent hymn, a living death.
You whisper promises I’ve heard before,
But every vow just leaves me torn.
You are the hunger I can’t deny,
And I am the prey you sanctify.

Tell me, was it worth the cost?
A fleeting love for all I’ve lost?

Face me now—
Take your crown.
Do you feel it breaking down?
Take my soul,
Burn me whole.
But I won’t beg—I won’t let go.

You made me nothing, piece by piece,
A fragile ruin, a masterpiece.
And yet I crave the hand that breaks,
The one that kills, the one that takes.
So take your throne, your endless reign,
And leave me bleeding in your name.

Face me now—
End this game.
Strip me bare; I’ll take the blame.
Take my soul,
Make it yours.
But I won’t kneel—I’ll fight no more.

You’ll wear my ruin like a shroud,
A fleeting ghost among the crowd.
And even when I’ve turned to dust,
You’ll crave the echoes of my trust.