Needless Things: Cranial Chronos Cryogenesis

Through fractured glass and buzzing wires, the night ignites with secret fires. Laser beams cut sharp and clean, slicing the dark in ultraviolet sheen.

Neon gleams in a fevered glow, a language only shadows know. Signs that flicker, hearts that race, a technicolor, endless chase.

Bodies blur in chrome reflections, lost in rhythm, lost in connection. Time dissolves, a fleeting spark, electric temples bloom in dark.

And when the dawn forgets our names, we’ll burn as light, untamed, untamed, laser beams and neon gleams, forever bound inside our dreams. NNN