Ashen Filigree

[Verse 1]
Sunrise cuts the dust-choked room, where velvet dreams unravelled slow.
My spirit, a bent filigree, bent by a truth I had to know.
The empty glasses gleam like relics, sharp shards of the night.
Just this scraped-out melody, chasing fading light.

[Chorus]
Ashen Filigree, torn and re-sewn,
This sand-scoured truth, I've always known.
From nightshade heart, a defiant tone.

[Verse 2]
Each sorrow, a silver nitrate stain, blooming on velvet, darker, rich.
Forgotten lore, a tangled skein, pulled from some ancient ditch.
This phantom pulse, this fragile beat, beneath a fading sun.
A bitter triumph, incomplete, but fiercely, dearly won.

[Chorus]
Ashen Filigree, torn and re-sewn,
This sand-scoured truth, I've always known.
From nightshade heart, a defiant tone.

[Bridge]
They polished tales of empires grand, with lies like spun gold thread.
But I saw the cracked and empty hand, the truths unsaid, unread.
Now every fraying edge I own, is purpose re-defined.

[Chorus]
Ashen Filigree, torn and re-sewn,
This sand-scoured truth, I've always known.
From nightshade heart, a defiant tone.

[Outro]
Ashen Filigree, still shining, raw and true.
A nightshade bloom, for me and you.