Pulse of the Fallen Line

I can feel you in the distance, like a shadow on my spine.

Every whisper that you left me was a crack along the line. But I'm standing

in the open, where your darkness used to stay. Now the pulse beneath my heartbeat

is the sound of breaking free. Today, you try to hold

me in the quiet. But I was never yours to claim.

Now I'm stepping through the silence, leaving echoes of your name. I'm alive in

the pulse of the fallen line, where your lies can't follow me this time.

Every wound that you carved is a spark in the dark, and it's burning