Downspire

Downspire

The floor dissolves beneath the sound,
Steel veins pulling underground,
No saints, no signs, just broken frequencies,
We fall through broken lucid dreams.

Steel halos spin inside my chest,
Signal‑fire carving out the rest,
Each breath a fault, each thought a scar,
We chase the fall to find who we are.

Gravity whispers, “you’re not free,”
It drags the faith right out of me.

Deeper into the downspire,
Through the smoke and current blaze,
Every truth becomes a wound,
In the ruin we built ourselves.

Tube‑light veins, collapsing floor,
Every scream an open door,
You pray to rust, you bleed to impulse,
Your god’s a fault on overload.

No turning back, no signal home,
We built this pit of flesh and iron.

Deeper into the downspire,
Feed the hollow, feed the wire,
Every dream is just a tomb,
In the ruin we built ourselves.

Air turns thin, the lights turn cold,
The truth decays, the fear takes hold,
We fall, we burn, we dissolve,
Our souls scatter into fragments.

No savior, no machine to save,
No resurrection for the brave,
Just circuits humming in your head,
Welcome home among the dead.

Deeper into the downspire,
Where the angels all expire,
Every prayer becomes consumed,
In the ruin we built ourselves.



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