Step into the Dark

I wear my name like borrowed skin
A smile pinned on with a safety pin

I can read your hurt like subtitles, clear
Hold your hand, say: I'm right here
But kindness costs me oxygen
A chore I do with a porcelain grin
My empathy is scripted speech
A lighthouse built on a sharpened beach
I do the good like homework late
It saves your world, it drains my fate

And then the cold starts tasting sweet
Like clean white sheets and perfect sleep
The mask gets heavy, breath gets thin
So tell me, should I let it win?

I'm a knife with angel hands
I'm a hymn in contraband
I can love you, I can leave
Both feel like breathing, one like grief
Pull me under, make it loud
Halo glitching in the crowd
If I fall, don't call it sin
Call it peace sliding in

Step in, don't blink, don't pray
I turn the dark into runway
Step in, too close, too deep
No promises I can keep

I've got a calm that scares my friends
A tidy heart with jagged ends
I hold the door, I pay the bill
Then dream of silence, sharp and still
When I'm kind, it's uphill runs
When I'm cold, it's velvet fun
Ego purrs, my conscience screams
Two roommates sharing oxygen

There's a Sun behind my blackout blinds
But I can't swear it's there each time
So if you follow where I go
Bring your light, or learn to glow

I'm a knife with angel hands
I'm a hymn in contraband
I can heal you, I can win
Both feel like power on my skin
Pull me under, make it loud
Halo glitching in the crowd
If I fall, don't call it sin
Call it peace sliding in

I'm not a monster, not a saint
I'm a mirror with missing paint
I feel you, then I feel nothing
Like a switchblade softly humming
If darkness is a doorway, I'll walk you through
But if the light is on the other side
I'm not sure it wants me too

Hands up, heart down
No mercy in this sound
Breathe in, blackout
We dance our fear out

I'm a knife with angel hands
I'm a hymn in contraband
Come closer, if you dare
There's light inside the damage there
Pull me under, make it loud
Halo glitching in the crowd
If we fall, don't call it sin
Call it dawn wearing thin

Step in
No guarantees
Just the dark
And what it frees