pale mourner.

Your voice drifts through the static air,

Like a prayer that forgot who it’s for.

I still see the light in your empty stare,

A ghost in the frame by the door.

Crystalline remains open.

Am i still alive here still...

What if i lost it all.

Where i found you.

All the flowers you left have turned to glass,

Time bends—then forgets to pass.

Pale mourner, will you mourn for me...

Wrap me softly underground.

In your silence, I still kneel,

To the absence I can’t heal.

Echoes bloom where your footsteps fade,

Dust remembers every shade.

I built an altar out of breath,

To worship what was left of death.

The wind hums your forgotten psalm,

It shakes the trees but leaves me calm

The wind hums your forgotten psalm,

It shakes the trees but leaves me calm.

Every whisper pulls me through,

To the place that still holds you.

Pale mourner, will you mourn for me...

Wrap me softly underground.

In your silence, I still kneel,

To the absence I can’t heal.

The stars all dim when I call your name,

Heaven listens, but it’s not the same.

If grief’s a god, I’ll bow to her—

Eternal sleep, forever blur.

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