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Ash & Ember - Your Blood, My Name

“Your Blood, My Name” is hunger, submission, and sacred unraveling. It is the moment Ash returns - not with comfort, but with appetite. The listener, once used and left behind, now calls her back not to be loved... but to be consumed. The pain of absence becomes a kind of prayer. The self is no longer offered—it is sculpted, erased, and remade in devotion. The listener doesn’t just surrender… they begin to become what she wants. Heartbreaking and beautiful. Like breath caught in a gasp. Suffering that becomes worship. For those who’ve ever begged to be seen, and were remade instead. 💬 Comment below if this song is the malady in every breath you take. 🩸 Don’t forget to like, subscribe, and share to help the ember spread. 🛒 Ritual Merch + Downloads Coming Soon: https://shop.worldsofmythandink.com/c... Storefront: https://shop.worldsofmythandink.com 💌 Get the Forbidden Poem — Free Sign up for the newsletter & get First of Her Name: https://shop.worldsofmythandink.com/n... 📺 Follow Ash & Ember YouTube →    / @mythandink   TikTok →   / c.a.smith   Instagram →   / myth_inkworldsofc.a.smith   Lyrics: You called. Over and over. Like a pulse under lace. Like a mouth too dry to pray. And I heard you. Not because I missed you. Not because I care. But because I hungered. You always tasted like surrender. So I came back. Not to stay. Not to love. Just to take what’s still mine. You opened like a trembling gasp. Like fingers slipping past reason, toward need. Like you forgot how to close. I found you poised in almost prayer Undone, unmade, and open bare. Will knotted tight as any chain, Stilled by ache only I can claim. Your mouth already knew its part. I heard it echo, hollow sounds The ones you practiced in the dark, Each one falser than the last, Too soft to ever leave a mark. I will remind you of true gasps. I felt it then Not heartbreak The break where ache turns haunting. The hush between the pulse and breath, A silence soaked in wanting. Not love But hunger dressed in grace, A rhythm slow and just enough To press you open, held in place. That’s where I feast. Your blood, my name Pressed soft beneath skin. It stains in places no one sees The tender taste within. My name, your cries They linger when you break. Your blood, my malady In every breath you take. You learned the shape I like. Lips parted. Ready for use. You stopped performing innocence for me Bent low like prayer, but wet with sin. No lies left in your symmetry, My sermon smeared across your skin. I watched you tighten every breath. You wanted me to notice what you'd built. And I did. Darling, I always do. No longer caught You crawled to break. A tether looped In velvet choke. You bowed before Your own remake, Each whimper timed Like practiced smoke. You begged in silence, slick and sweet. And I replied with hands... and heat... You broke so quietly, I almost missed it. But look—now you're shaped exactly how I like. Your blood, my name Pressed soft beneath skin. It stains in places no one sees, The tender taste within. My name, your cries They linger when you break. Your blood, my malady In every breath you take. Your blood, my name Pleasure, and pain. The marks that beg to never fade. You aren’t mine because I took you. You’re mine because you stayed. You flinched at first when I unmade The tales you wore to hide your need. My fingers stroked, uncrossed the weave I teased them loose - unraveled, freed. You echoed me with parted lips, Not just to serve, but to be seen. And now you ache between the slips Of silence where I used to be. Oh, sweetness... You are beautiful when you suffer. Hush now There’s nothing left to answer to but me. Your blood, my name Whisper to me Your blood, my name Never be free