Lost in the hum of neon light,
Fading in and out of sight.
Wounds I wear like fragile art,
Painted deep into my heart.
Floating in this heavy space,
Weightless in a slow embrace.
Still I grow where silence screams,
In the soil of shattered dreams.
Gravity bloom, from broken ground,
Where no one thought life could be found.
Petals rise through smoke and steel,
Proving pain is how we heal.
Gravity bloom, I rise again,
Carved from shadow, shaped by rain.
Ash on my shoulders, breath in flames,
Moving slow through nameless names.
Every scar, a piece I keep,
Even flowers learn to weep.
Staring down the weight of time,
Blooming even when I’m blind.
Soft but fierce, a silent spark,
Growing gardens in the dark.
Gravity bloom, from broken ground,
Where no one thought life could be found.
Petals rise through smoke and steel,
Proving pain is how we heal.
Gravity bloom, I rise again,
Carved from shadow, shaped by rain.
I don't need the sun to grow,
The moon and grief will let me glow.
Even in the depths of night,
Something living finds the light.
Gravity bloom, wild and true,
Wounds became the path I knew.
Through the fall, I learned to climb—
This is rebirth, redefined.