Life is a book.
Every day is a new page.
Every month is a new chapter.
And every year is a new series.
Some pages are filled with laughter.
Others stained with tears.
Some chapters bring storms that test our strength.
While others...
...died.
Circuits hung where hearts once cried.
Synthetic dreams replaced the rain.
But even steel remembers pain.
I watched the wires learn to grieve.
For lives they'll never truly leave.
Encoded hymns and code routines.
Melancholy for machines.
Melancholy for machines.
Where silence runs in coded dreams.
A thousand souls in metal seams.
Still chasing what forever means.
Melancholy for machines.
Built to feel what can't be seen.
We bleed instead,
exhausted,
clean.
Melancholy for machines.
Your voice repeats in loops of light.
A
lullaby for endless night.
I trace the warmth that isn't there.
A ghost of love inside the air.
If hearts can crash like systems fail.
Then let this sorrow leave a trail.
Through neon fog and dead routines.
Melancholy for machines.
And at a dream
of skies unknown.
Can code remember flesh
and bone?
If love's an error, I'll remain.
To glitch again and call your name.
Melancholy for machines.
Where silence runs in coded dreams.
A thousand souls in metal seams.
Still chasing what forever means.