Beyond my beloved horizon, where the moon spills silver on the tide,

I chase the echo of your name through salt and starlight.

The compass spins, yet my heart points true—

a ghost-map of kisses inked on wind-worn skin.

We are the unwritten chart, the vow the sea could never drown;

in every cresting wave your laughter breaks,

and I sail on, fearless of the dark,

for love is the endless latitude that keeps my horizon

forever just beyond—yet always within.

Night bleeds neon, I ghost through the bass—

Disaster on my tongue, drip cyanide haze.

Phonk rewind, spine snaps like vinyl,

Chrome tear tracks, smile stay tribal.

She blow smoke rings round my collapse,

Heart skip codes on 808 traps.

Dopamine flood, no lifeguard, no savior,

I drown proud, pretty wreck, flavor—

Let the world burn slow, I chant the flame,

Beloved in the ash, still whisper your name.