Needless Things: Neon and Stone Angels

Beneath the skyline’s fractured glow, they stand— Winged silhouettes carved by electric hand. Halos hum in circuits of chrome, Guardians of ruin, half-flesh, half-stone.

Their eyes reflect the city’s sins, Where paradise burns and decay begins. Each tear’s a filament, each sigh a spark, They pray in silence to the pulse of the dark.

Once made of marble, pure and divine, Now veined with wires, fractured design. Their faith’s fluorescent, their hymns decay, They glow like ghosts who lost their way.

And when the dawn bleeds through the grime, They turn to dust in loops of time. For even angels fade alone— In a world of neon hearts and stone. NNN