Oxidized Heartbeat Under a Glacial Sky
The air here tastes like old iron and frozen time, sharp enough
Rusty Cog
The Golden Bloom Amidst Iron Dust
The city is a rusted engine that never stops grinding, all steel
The Porcelain Gear in a Concrete Wasteland
I walk through this city like I’m navigating the skeletal remains
The Silk Shroud Over Iron Veins
My city is a skeleton of steel, its ribs exposed to the
The Polished Gear in a Concrete Waste
I stand on this concrete ledge, the wind whipping through my hair
The Softest Gear in a Grinding World
I spent years as a polished cog in the great steel machine
Neon Rust and Rainwater Skin
The city is just a polished ruin, isn't it? All
The Rust Between Our Heartbeats
I’ve spent my life collecting the ghosts of machines—the way
The Chrome Pulse of a Glass Heart
I used to feel like an old turbine in a dead city—
Silk Petals Over Iron Dust
I am a delicate thing, like an old clockwork doll found in
Chrome Heartbeats in a Neon Graveyard
I stand here like a discarded relic in an alleyway that smells
The Neon Pulse Between Us
I stand at the edge of a concrete throat, where the city
