Paper wings trembling,
Pinned beneath a sky that never breaks.
I’ve been breathing in the quiet,
Till the quiet starts to suffocate.

Walls hum like engines,
Grinding down the echoes of my name.
I keep knocking on the silence,
Waiting for the faultline to give way.

Clockwork veins keep pulsing,
Turning every heartbeat into steel.
I’ve been walking in a circle,
Tracing footprints that never heal.

Hands wired into motion,
Moving even when the soul shuts down.
Tonight I’ll cut the circuit,
Let the system crash into the ground.

Out of the cage.
Out of the noise.
Tonight we tear the boundary,
And rewrite the voice.

When morning washes color out,
Turning every street back into grey.
We’ll remember how it felt
Just to breathe beyond the weight.