Morrigan Wilde – Midnight Veins

Описание: 🦇 Midnight Veins – Morrigan Wilde
There comes a night when vengeance goes quiet —
and the only heartbeat left is your own.

Midnight Veins is the breaking point in Morrigan Wilde’s story — the moment the hunter becomes the hunted, and the monster finally meets her reflection. A slow, sorrow-soaked confession whispered into the rain.

Fingerpicked acoustic guitar. Distant thunder. A voice unraveling under the weight of every life she took.
This isn’t redemption. It’s realization.

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Midnight Veins

I used to pray the dark would keep its distance,
Used to beg the dawn to burn me clean.
Now I walk the streets where shadows whisper,
And every heartbeat I hear isn’t mine.

I told myself their silence was my justice,
Each throat I closed a debt I made them pay.
But moonlight doesn’t lie like I do—
It shows the girl I buried in their graves.

Midnight veins… carry the weight of names,
Every drop I stole still screams.
I hunted wolves till I wore their skin,
Now the hunt is over—and I’m the thing within.

I remember warmth like it was someone else’s,
Mercy like a song I can’t recall.
Hunger hums beneath my ribs like church bells,
And I’ve been ringing it through every fall.

No confession scrubs the red from my hands,
No prayer can call the daylight back to me.
I built a throne from every grave I carved—
And sat in it alone, where no one sees.

Midnight veins… carry the weight of names,
Every drop I stole still screams.
I hunted wolves till I wore their skin,
Now the hunt is over—and I’m the thing within.

I see him in the fog, the wound I can’t outrun,
His eyes like the bite that stole my breath away.
No silver, no stake—just the truth I’ve dodged:
I was the monster long before his blood.

I swore I’d never kneel, never beg for grace,
But my own reflection’s tearing me apart.
The wolves weren’t the curse; I was the blade—
Cutting my own heart to feel a spark.

Midnight veins… carry the weight of names,
Every drop I stole still screams.
I hunted wolves till I wore their skin,
Now the hunt is over—and I’m the thing within.

I walked this city like a fever breaking slow,
Each step a ghost of someone I used to know.
If mercy’s just the pause before the next regret,
Then mercy’s just a lie I haven’t paid for yet.
I see her in the glass—the girl I swore to save,
She’s screaming through the cracks of every choice I made.
I’m not the hero. Never was. Never will.
I’m the shadow mothers warn to keep their windows still.

Midnight veins… remember what I’ve done,
Every life I took to not be one.
I thought I’d save the world from monsters—
But the world was never the one in danger. I was.

Forgive me…
Please forgive me...