Neon veins in the silence,
I orbit the ghost of your flame;
gravity writes on my eyelids—
a map with no planet, no name.
I breathe the dust of a burnt-out sun,
let it tattoo the dark in my chest;
every pulse is a countdown run
back to the void where we first coalesced.
I’ll crash through the glass of the endless black,
shatter the quiet, ignite the lack—
a comet screaming your frequency,
Starset… you’re the fracture inside of me.