Midnight ritual

Shadows crawling up my spine,
you show up after closing time.
Whispers dripping down the walls,
I feel you move before you call.

You touch the air, I feel the pull,
your presence makes the silence full.
I know I shouldn’t want this thrill,
but every night, I always will.

You say my name like it’s a spell,
sweet as heaven, sharp as hell.
I try to run, but I don’t move —
your darkness fits me like a bruise.

Midnight ritual,
you drag me back against my will — another midnight ritual.
I feel the rush, I feel the chill — this wicked midnight ritual.
You take my fear and make it thrill — I’m trapped in midnight ritual.

Your shadow dances on my skin,
a warning dressed in something thin.
You break me open with a glance,
a sinner caught inside a trance.

I breathe you in like stolen smoke,
you haunt me more with every stroke.
I know the cost, I know the price,
but you’re my favorite sacrifice.

I don’t want saving,
I want the fall.
I want the danger
of losing it all.

If this is poison,
I’ll take it slow —
’cause you’re the only
dark I know.

Accusatory gothic alt-pop with dark synth arpeggios, processed choir pads, tolling toms, and a pulsing sub-bass under a half-time beat. Distorted electric guitar drones, breathy layered vocals, plate reverb, reverse textures, and a tense pre-chorus lift into a huge, ritualistic chorus with glitch accents