Steel Lace

She asked, "In what way?" and the screen went blank

I’m mapping the struggle,

the weight in the tank Is it the static?

The rhythm? The missing of sleep?

Or the ghosts in the pink that I’m trying to keep?

It’s not just one sector,

it’s the whole damn frame

Hard to define when you're playing the game

"In what way?"—the question is a glitch in the core I’m struggling

to find what I’m here for Is it the

function? The heart? The math?

I’m walking the wire,

I’m burning the path 100% Tiguidou,

but the signal is strained Diagnosing the damage that the system has

gained

Is it the physical weight?

Or the cognitive drift?

The inability to handle the seasonal shift?

I’m audit-trailing the days,

looking for the error

Finding the source of the persistent terror I’m answering the question with

a ghost in the machine

Trying to explain the frequency unseen

It’s difficult... to keep the mask.

It’s difficult... to answer the task.

I’m a sovereign architect...

breaking under the pressure.

In what way?

In every way.

100% Tiguidou...

still trying to stay.