Pure fire, every nerve awake. Fleeting connections that burn through the silence. The world bends to your will for one

You were never an echo. You were Ecco. Beautiful, sick and terminal. Both of them, always. Blood remembers what the

I swallowed my guilt like broken glassand smiled through the blood. Each night I claw back into the same wound,

I’ve done soul-crushing mistakes. Stains that never fade. I’m not proud anymore. They hide in my silence. Devouring me alive.

Still chasing the fire I know I should not touch. Still choosing the storm over fragile silence. Sorries fall like

So much ruin behind me. Nights drowned in whiskey, cigarette smoke, and bodies that disappeared by sunrise. Every morning tasted