The Cantilever of a Glance
The rain does not fall here; it accumulates like condensation on a
urban romance
The Weight of Your Breath in a Concrete Cage
The city outside is a graveyard of neon and noise, but inside
The Quietest Pulse
The city outside is a roar of grey and steel, but here,
The Circuit Breaker's Sanctuary
My life is a relentless grind of high-voltage arcs and the bone-shaking
Neon Tears in a Velvet Rain
The sky bleeds indigo, weeping silver needles that dance against the pavement&
The Fragrance of Petals in a Concrete Cage
The city outside is a jagged beast, breathing exhaust and screaming in
The Geometry of Petals and Silk
The city breathes in heavy, metallic rhythms outside these walls, but here,
The Architecture of a Shiver
The neon pulse of the city bleeds through my window, a jagged
The Last Ember in a Concrete Graveyard
The city outside is a jagged skeleton of steel and glass, screaming
The Glass Veil of Midnight Sighs
The rain writes its own cursive on the glass, a liquid calligraphy
The Resonance of Ruined Ivory
The ivory keys are cold, teeth of a dying beast waiting for
Voltage of the Heart: The Silent Spark
The city outside is a grinding machine, a relentless engine of steel
