Ritual of the Bruised Heart

[Intro]
Ash on the altar
Wax on your wrists
Name in a circle
Drawn in my fists
[Verse 1]
You lit the match
In the hollows of my chest
Watched the colors crawl
Up the cracks you left
Every promise
Pinned like feathers in my skin
I said “take anything”
You said “let me in”
[Chorus]
This is our ritual of the bruised heart
Kiss the wound
Then tear it apart
Lay me down
Where the shadows start
I burn for you
In the ritual of the bruised heart
[Verse 2]
You hum a prayer
Over teeth and tiny scars
Offer every hurt
Like a map of faded stars
I drink your anger
From the hollow of your throat
Love tastes holy
When it chokes me slow
[Chorus]
This is our ritual of the bruised heart
Kiss the wound
Then tear it apart
Lay me down
Where the shadows start
I burn for you
In the ritual of the bruised heart
[Verse 3]
You trace a circle
In the dust around my face
Say “every pain we kept
Has a place
Has a place”
I feel you shaking
But your voice is iron bright
“Let me be the ghost
That keeps you up at night” (oh)
[Chorus]
This is our ritual of the bruised heart
Kiss the wound
Then tear it apart
Lay me down
Where the shadows start
I burn for you
In the ritual of the bruised heart
[Outro]
Ash on the altar
Wax on your wrists
Love in a circle
I can’t escape this
Whisper my name
Till your throat turns stone
Ritual over
But it owns our bones

Slow-building doomgaze wall: reverb-drenched guitars, distant choirs, and male vocals that drift from whisper to harrowed roar. Intro blooms from sparse drones into towering, downtuned riffs; verses sit in a hypnotic, tom-heavy pulse with sheets of feedback like ghost wind. Ambient pads and reversed swells haunt the edges, then an extended outro dissolves into choral echoes and fading distortion, the last vocal a cracked, intimate confession., ambient