Unravel Void - Mirrors - 03 - αlpha

Album: Mirrors Title - 03 - αlpha Lyrics: Something in the weight of ordinary days began to shift, Not a wound, not a breaking, just a slow and patient drift. Castor, I still hear your name in every room I leave behind, The shape of what I was before is losing its outline. The current doesn't rage, it simply pulls with patient hands, And I am standing at the edge of something I don't understand. This is not the dark, it's the slow erasure of the light, The afternoon dissolving into something less than night. I have lost the shape of days, They bleed into the same. No hunger and no sorrow, Just the absence of a name. The walls don't close, they simply stand, Indifferent, cold, and wide. Everything I reach for Turns to static in my hands. There is no wound to show, No edge, no visible divide. A frequency too low For any living thing to find. I am present in the room, And absent from myself. Moving through the hours Like a book left on the shelf. I know what's coming, that's the sharpest edge of all, Pollux waits above the line and I will hear the call. Not salvation, just the pendulum returning to the bright, A borrowed god, a borrowed sky, a temporary light. The cruelest part is knowing. Knowing that it turns. That every hour in the sun Is paid for what it earns. I am both of them, The one who falls, The one who flies, And neither one is home, And neither one, Survives. Alpha. The first. The one who goes below. Web site: https://unravelvoid.com/