Gloom

[Verse 1] A solstice burning in the throat of noon,

I bathe in sulfur, sheer and white.

Yet subterranean currents pull the bloom—

An endless pitch beneath the blinding light.

The radiance carves a deeper, darker well,

Where primal abysses swell.

[Pre-Chorus] The edge gives way beneath the weight,

A blackened threshold sealed by fate.

I lean into the blinding glare,

And breathe the suffocating air.

[Chorus] Eclipsed within the zenith's heat,

The gloom consumes the solar flame.

I reach into the sacred fire

To speak what has no shape or name.

Heavy as the ancient clay,

It swallows up the newborn day.

[Post-Chorus] Falling through the noon...

Surrender to the gloom...

An endless, quiet burial...

Inside this golden tomb.

[Verse 2] An alchemy of salt and blinding glare,

I tread the glowing rim of open sky.

Unraveling the shroud of noon, laid bare,

While underneath, the heavy depths reply.

It feeds upon the morning's raw embrace,

A black flora blooming in this holy space.

[Pre-Chorus] The edge gives way beneath the weight,

A blackened threshold sealed by fate.

I lean into the blinding glare,

And breathe the suffocating air.

[Chorus] Eclipsed within the zenith's heat,

The gloom consumes the solar flame.

I reach into the sacred fire

To speak what has no shape or name.

Heavy as the ancient clay,

It swallows up the newborn day.

[Post-Chorus] Falling through the noon...

Surrender to the gloom...

An endless, quiet burial...

Inside this golden