Circuit X - X

Описание: X carved into the forehead of the sky I walk through burnt wires and exposed nerves the horizon flickers like a dying monitor whispering my name in broken frequencies 0101 X 0101, every step cracks like bone on concrete every shadow splits in four forming an X across the sterile white floor of this mechanical grave, I bleed rust I breathe static I swallow glass and still I rise because inside my chest there’s a black core branded with X beating out of human rhythm, experimental like an electric ritual where saints are dismantled and angels grind into gears screaming in feedback, X is the scar X is the cross X is the intersection where everything collides and collapses, I divide into axes I multiply in diagonal fractures I become the crossing point of screams, there’s a choir of reversed voices chanting backwards in my skull while blades etch X into the skin of time, macabre laboratory of flesh and copper where the pulse is synthetic and the prayers are distorted through broken amplifiers, I am the error in the system the glitch in the hymn the final X shutting down the light, when the circuits overload and the heavens short-circuit I remain standing in the white void marked by a single burning X.