The Ivory Pulse of an Eternal Noon
I am a relic forged in the cold silence of steel and
Gothic Gear
The Clockwork Pulse of an Azure Afternoon
I walk through this sterile corridor—a limestone ribcage housing the echoes
The Clockwork Heart's Vernal Awakening
I have existed as an ornate relic in this city of iron
The Porcelain Pulse of Concrete Veins
I stand as an ivory relic amidst the steel ribs of this
The Golden Pulse in an Iron City
I am a clockwork doll forgotten by time, my heart beating with
The Clockwork Pulse of an Amber Afternoon
I stand within this sanctuary of paper and dust, where the sunlight
The Velvet Pulse of an Electric Heartbeat
I stand amidst these velvet pews, a ghost in an auditorium of
The Amethyst Pulse in an Iron City
I stand amidst the weeping stone of this city, a fragile gear
The Clockwork Pulse of Neon Rain
My heart is but an intricate cage of brass and silver, ticking
The Clockwork Pulse of an Urban Heartbeat
My existence has long been a sequence of rusted gears and silent
The Clockwork Heart's Quiet Thaw
My heart had long been an ornate machine of rusted iron and
The Alabaster Pulse in an Iron City
I am a relic of porcelain and silence, adrift in an empire
