Fallen down, neon sky bleeds slow—
I taste the rust where your name used to glow.
Echoes crawl through the cracks in my chest,
each heartbeat a ghost that refuses to rest.
Streetlights flicker like promises torn,
I carry the weight of the night, weather-worn.
Reach for the stars, they shatter like glass—
your laughter still rings in the shards as I pass.
If love was a kingdom, I’m king of the ruins,
crowned by the silence that answers my tunin’.