In the dead of the night, neon cracks the sky,
Your ghost rides the bassline, slow-motion high.
Heartbeat drips like echo, black tar on chrome,
We crash in the silence, forever half-home.
Streetlights bleed violet, time folds and burns;
I taste every promise that never returned.
Hold me—no, drown me—in mercury rain,
Till dawn pulls the trigger and whispers your name.