The Clockwork Pulse of Neon Rain
My heart is but an intricate cage of brass and silver, ticking
The Liquid Gold Between Us
In a city that never stops screaming, I found my sanctuary in
The Midnight Dew on a Concrete Heart
I used to feel like a wilted fern in the shadow of
Voltage in Your Veins: The Electric Heartbeat
My body is a high-voltage capacitor, skin shimmering like liquid coolant under
The Emerald Whisper in the Concrete Maze
I am a glitch in your grayscale city, an echo of ancient
The Warmth of a Cold Memory Not Yet Made
I am wearing a dress that does not exist in this century,
The Azure Pulse of a Concrete Heart
I carry the tide of a thousand forgotten dreams within my chest,
The Emerald Pulse of a Glass City
I am no longer merely skin and bone; I have become an
The Quiet Architecture of Us
In the rush of this city, I have learned to keep my
Electric Veins in a Concrete Heartbeat
I am a ghost in the machine, draped in liquid light and
The Golden Pulse in a Concrete Vein
I have spent years perfecting the art of being invisible within this
Lavender Sighs in Concrete Canyons
I’ve always felt like a misplaced poem in a city that
