The Polished Gear in a Concrete Waste
I stand on this concrete ledge, the wind whipping through my hair
Rusty Cog
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
Sunlight on a Rusted Heart
I’ve spent my life collecting the wreckage of others—old gears,
The Softest Gear in a City of Iron
I sit on these wooden stairs like a discarded relic in an
The Sweetness Amidst Iron Dust
My life has been a series of cold gears turning in an
The Last Drop of Silver Rain
My world is a machine built from concrete ribs and iron veins,
