The Chrome Pulse of Midnight Ink
Beneath a sky the color of bruised indigo, I stand upon this
Tokyo Nights
Silver Pulse Under a Crimson Spire
My skin is clad in liquid mercury, a silver armor that reflects
A Golden Hour Suspension
The city always feels too loud, a constant hum of expectations and
Mint Green Dreams in the Neon Rain
The city doesn't care if you're breaking inside.
The Neon Thaw in a Glass City
I have spent my twenties curated like an exhibit in a gallery
Amber Glow in a Cobalt Twilight
The city is a symphony of steel and glass, humming in the
A Midnight Whisper Beneath the Crimson Tower
The city of Tokyo never truly sleeps, but tonight it feels as
Concrete Jungle and White Linen Dreams
The city is a beast that never sleeps, all steel ribs and
Chrome Heartbeat Under Neon Rain
The city is a bleeding kaleidoscope, an electric fever dream of sapphire
The Silk Noose of Summer
They sold me as the 'face of innocence,' a curated
The Neon Shackle of a Summer Dream
I stand amidst the concrete veins of this city, wrapped in colors
The Lavender Interval Between Two Worlds
I have spent my youth in the sterile silence of glass towers,
