SMOL

  • Id:

    7afc31b8ebb0ce4d734df32953c6a70d7994abd113c81a6d968fc0143f3f59b1
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  • Prompt:

    Melancholic alt-pop song about insomnia, paranoia, and a mysterious presence lurking outside the home. Dreamy, haunted atmosphere with a quiet intensity. Lyrics focus on repeated rituals (checking windows, pacing, avoiding sleep), and a cryptic figure called the necromancer. For fans of Billie Eilish and Radiohead.

  • Image:

    The Necromancer at My Window

  • Description:

    The image captures a young woman standing in a dark room, looking out the window at night. She appears to be lost in thought, possibly reflecting on her insomnia and paranoia. The scene is set against a backdrop of a full moon, adding to the melancholic atmosphere. The room is filled with a sense of quiet intensity, and the young woman seems to be the focal point of the image. The overall mood of the scene is reminiscent of a Billie Eilish or Radiohead song, with a hint of the mysterious presence of the necromancer.

  • Songs:

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: The Necromancer at My Window
Tags: Melancholy, Haunted, Atmospheric, Ethereal, Alt-Pop

[Verse 1]
Clock blinks 3:03, again, again
My shadow moves before I do
Curtains breathe like they're alive
I tiptoe 'round the bedroom blue

[Pre-Chorus]
Another night I can't unwind
Each heartbeat echoing a lie

[Chorus]
He's out there — the necromancer
Whispering truths I can't ignore
Hands like smoke on frozen glass
I don't sleep anymore
He's watching through the branches
I feel him even when he's gone
Repeating rituals like prayer
To make it till the dawn

[Verse 2]
Check the latch, then check again
A sigh drips down the hallway walls
I pace the floor, a ghost myself
Wearing silence like a shawl

[Pre-Chorus]
The moon stares wide with hollow eyes
My mind replays imagined crimes

[Chorus]
He's out there — the necromancer
Whispering truths I can't ignore
Hands like smoke on frozen glass
I don't sleep anymore
He's watching through the branches
I feel him even when he's gone
Repeating rituals like prayer
To make it till the dawn

[Bridge]
I write his name in steam and fear
He answers in a foggy smear
A lullaby of static hum
Tells me I am not the only one

[Outro]
[Fade Out]
Curtains sigh, the clocks reset
Still wide awake with no regrets
The necromancer breathes my name
And I let him in — again