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A recorded reading of “The Haunt in the Hinge, Pane to Pain”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
In the hush of a mirror, hairline-cold, a shrouded shape—both meek and bold— wavers like a breath I never aired, a whisper swaddled in mildewed prayer. No eyes to see, no lips to speak, yet silence thunders pane to pain. Ghost—or only the after-trace of me I never dared to face? The glass is veined like book-back time, calendars ungluing at the spine. I reach; the touch is null and void— a self I broke, a self decoyed. In the strongbox of shade it keeps, the frame remembers how to weep. I meet what’s left—not dead, not whole— the haunt that haunts me: my own soul.
Alternative version
In the hush of a mirror, cracked and cold, a shape in shroud, both meek and bold, stands swaying like forgotten air— a whisper wrapped in mildewed prayer. No eyes to see, no lips to speak, yet silence thunders cheek to cheek. Is this a ghost? Or just the trace of someone I once dared to face? The glass is veined with splintered lines, like time itself forgot its spines. I reach—but what I touch is void, a self I broke, a self I buoyed. Hung on walls of shadow’s keep, this frame remembers how to weep. And in its depth, I see what's left— not dead, not whole—just soul, bereft.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro 8b vinyl crackle analog pad] [Tag 2b reverb tail] [Verse 1 half-time] Bathroom light hums, mirror cracked, cold. A shrouded shape sways, meek and bold. My breath stays thin, air does not move. I whisper once, mildew salts the sill. [Pre rise filter sweep] No eyes to meet, no lips move. Silence hits hard, pane to pain. I reach the glass, it will not give. I pull back fast, still the same. [Break 2b stop] [Chorus bigger double vox] say my name in the pane save me from this pain [Verse 2 add claps analog pad] Veins in the glass map book back time. Calendars peel, pages drop like skin. The frame remembers how to weep. The hinge breathes once, a door thin. [Pre rise snare fill] I call myself, no echo comes. I touch the cut, I feel no heat. I broke this self, I built decoys. Tonight I face this quiet beat. [Break 2b stop] [Chorus bigger double vox] say my name in the pane save me from this pain [Bridge strip to vox+pad] Open the hinge. Let me in. [Chorus stacked chorus call & response] say my name in the pane save me from this pain [Chorus x2] [Tag 2b reverb tail] [Outro 4b vinyl crackle lofi drums]
Song info
Dark alt pop ~98 BPM, A minor, haunted mirror mood, lofi drums, palm mute gtr pulse, analog pad, piano ostinato, slap delay lead, plate BVs, light tape wow and vinyl crackle for age, close mic verses then belted chorus, structure V1 Pre Break 2b stop Chorus V2 Pre Break 2b stop Chorus Bridge Final Chorus x2 Tag Outro, sub swell into each chorus, rhyme hook on pane and pain, double vox on chorus, stacked chorus and call and response in the last hit, breath friendly lines, end words land on nouns or verbs, reverb tail on tags.
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