The Clockwork Pulse Beneath Neon Veins
My skin feels less like flesh and more like polished marble under
Urban Gothic
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
