Needless Things: Ancient Cranial Mechanisms

In vaults of bone where shadows churn, The gears of memory grind and burn, Rusted relics beneath the skin, Ticking secrets sealed within.

Cranial clocks with sockets hollow, Metal mandibles curse and swallow, Spires of circuitry etched in bone, Whispers of ghosts in a gear-driven tone.

Old skull engines chant in static, Minds unravel, dark, erratic, Temporal loops of sorrow and flame, Ancient machines that remember no name.

Through sockets of void the cogs still spin, A deathly cathedral resounds within, Flesh long gone, yet the skull still hums, To the rhythm of ages, the mechanism drums.