Ink of Emotion Spilled That Day

The moment cracked like paper under rain,

Your words hit deep, left an endless stain.

Ink of emotion spilled across my chest,

A story breaking loose from where it slept.

I tried to hold the lines from dripping through,

But every shade kept pointing back to you.

Chillwave skies laid low on my skin,

Pulling me back to where we’ve been.

The colors melt, the world stretches wide,

Memories glowing under ultraviolet light.

I hear your voice in frequencies I can’t escape,

Pulling me out of time, bending every shape.

Ink of emotion spilled that day,

Rising like a choir in the grey.

Every heartbeat calling your name,

Every echo drawn into the flame.

Ink of emotion spilled that day—

And nothing washed it away.

I move through scenes like a movie frame,

Your silhouette still burning in the rain.

G-string strings vibrate in my bones,

Indian flute drifting through dial tones.

You left your rhythm in my bloodstream,

A psychedelic pattern in a half-burned dream.

Even when the sound dissolves into dust,

Your pulse still hums beneath the rust.

The ambient light bends slow around me,

A haze of colors only I can see.

Words you left still shimmer in place,

Like ink suspended in outer space.

Ink of emotion spilled that day,

Filling every beat we used to play.

Voices rising, layered and bright,

Carrying your memory into the night.

(Instrumental vocalizations)

Ooo—

Ahh—

(Heavy bass shakes, synth folds shift)

Time twists, the colors bloom,

Your shadow dances across the room.

Every feeling fractures slow,

Rearranging into something I know.

I breathe in the sound of you,

A kaleidoscope turning blue.

Ink runs wild without control—

Painting truth across my soul.

Ink of emotion spilled that day,

Still glowing in the fading grey.

Harmony lifts the weight we kept,

Singing secrets our shadows wept.

No matter how far I stray,

Ink of you won’t fade away.

Soft notes drift like memory dust,

Floating through the space of us.

Ink settles where the light won’t stay—

But your colors never fade away.

Yeah… ink of emotion spilled that day.