I thought you were sanctuary
Didn’t know my blood would speak the truth
Body denied my soul, soul declined my mind
Resonance knocked… but resonance isn’t home
And life is what makes sense
And what feels right inside my chest
When they split, tell me why
The blood testifies first
Resonance — the first traveler
Knocking at my heart’s door
I was falling first, falling fast
Now I’m falling last, falling longer
Quietly leaving, leaning to silence
It’s captivating, captivating
I love him still, unforgettable
But staying away — the hardest mercy
Oh, resonance
Oh, sukun
Ironically you were my mirror
No regret, no return tonight
Saw the good and the gore in your eyes
But mirrors don’t bleed the way I did
Walking away in silence was never easy
But staying in darkness was never holy
So when something knocks now
I listen to my blood — it doesn’t lie
Sense keeps me safe, feeling keeps me alive
Sukun is where they finally collide
But staying away — the holiest mercy
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Author:
Miecin (Pseudonym) (
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