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Sky Palace—a quiet place to bleed
I walk the frozen marble of your calculated grace
A hundred silent cameras mapping out my face
You wear your absolute power like a bespoke suit
While I am just the poison slipping past the root
We measure out the distance in degrees of frost—
A velvet corridor where the weak are lost
You don’t lower your weapons you just dim the light
My heartbeat is the only drum breaking through the night
The airlock seals the hallway a beautiful design—
But you forgot the oxygen was never yours it’s mine
Take me back to Jiao Yuan a garden made of glass
Where we bury all the bodies under synthetic grass
You offered me the water you handed me the sun—
But the blossom is a razor when the waiting is done
If power is an ocean watch me drink it dry
And leave you gasping for a drop of your own sky
A calculated tea time in the shadow of the dome
You called it an asylum but it never was a home
The holo-birds are singing a sterile lullaby
I smiled into the teacup and swallowed the alibi
You think you are the artist painting me in red—
I am the heavy gravity circling your bed
In the silence of the hallway the predator is blind
Searching for the panic that I left behind
You want the submission Then step into the frame
I didn’t survive the fire just to warm your game
I’ll take your golden collar—
And choke you with the chain
Take me back to Jiao Yuan a garden made of glass
Where we bury all the bodies under synthetic grass
You offered me the water you handed me the sun—
But the blossom is a razor when the waiting is done
If power is an ocean watch me drink it dry
And leave you gasping for a drop of your own sky
Sky Palace—
The orchids are awake
Watch it break
