Beneath the wires of midnight’s breath, A skull ignites with electric death. Charged veins crackle in neon fire, A furnace born of raw desire.
The sockets blaze, twin comets burning, Static hums with endless yearning. Every flash a pulse, a violent decree, Voltage sculpted in eternity.
Flesh has fled, yet light remains, A phantom crowned in radiant chains. Its grin, a storm, its gaze—insane, A spectral beacon through the pain.
Intensity climbs with every spark, Shadows recoil from the radiant mark. And in the dark, the world can see, The glowing skull’s infinity. NNN