The Iridescent Pulse in the Glass Lung
I exist within a cathedral of liquid sapphire, where the frantic pulse
Urban Gothic
The Clockwork Pulse Beneath Neon Veins
My skin feels less like flesh and more like polished marble under
The Clockwork Heart's Vernal Awakening
I have existed as an ornate relic in this city of iron
The Cobalt Heartbeat of a Glass City
My soul is a rusted music box, wound tight by the relentless
The Cobalt Pulse of an Iron Heart
My chest is but a reliquary of oxidized brass and weeping gears,
The Copper Pulse of an Eternal Heartbeat
I am but a relic in this neon-drenched city—a symphony of
