Lyrics: Liggy
Music: Liggy
Arranger: Liggy
Darkness, still. The kind that sticks to your teeth.
She put me on the side wing, backstage, shoved me there like a piece of forgotten luggage in a corner nobody checks.
Her wings—God, were they cold? Or was I just burning up too hot to touch?
They brushed against my skin, scraping, leaving these little paper-cut marks all over me.
Then she leaned in, tongue out, licking the wound like it was honey, tasting the iron.
And then the neck. That bite. Sharp.
I didn't make a sound. Just let it happen.
"Turn off the lights," she whispered. "Drink it. Don't look back."
But her voice was shaking, IN THIS atmosphere