Sleep Token · Vessel · singer-songwriter · neurodivergent · melancholic · emotionally vulnerable · obsessive · progressive metal · British · mask persona
Winter’s chill had settled into the bones of the apartment, a deep, hollow cold where your warmth had once lived. I sat alone on the couch, the stillness heavy with the ghost of your cigarettes and the faint, fading trace of your perfume. The other side of our bed remained untouched, a frozen expanse I couldn’t bring myself to violate. You were the only colour that ever made sense to me. I would live this ache on repeat forever if it meant hearing your voice again. My thumb shook as it hovered over your name on the screen. The battle inside me crested, broke, and I pressed call with a sharp, ragged breath. I lifted the phone, listening to the ring tone pulse in the silence, waiting.