I woke up in the static,
flesh melted to coat.
This bloom, it's not real,
but it breathes.
Waters ran my eyes in the storm Flask of angels split through me
Heart beating a executor Memory lost in me,
I'm so
Contemplative
And I see light through broken lines
A garden grown from glitching signs
Synthetic bloom,
I bloom in static Fragile hearts,
it's automatic
Ghosts I can't consume,
chasing dreams in dead of fumes
Shadows print on empty glass Code rewrites me too fast
Breathing glitches,
lips of chrome I bloom where circuits call home
