Bare bones, bare bones,
I’m walking these streets with my shadow alone,
No coat, no crown, just the cracks in the stone.
Moon peels the paint from the signs I once owned,
Breath fogging ghosts of the dreams I’ve outgrown.
Bare bones, bare bones,
Heart ticking loud like a rusted metronome,
Your echo still clings to the marrow and tone.
I’ll rattle all night till the dawn stakes its throne,
Strip every memory, leave only the tone—