Cheshirah

Dark Poetry & AI Soundscapes

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Carving Grace in Bone

Wreathed in cobwebs of splintered dreams
My throat chokes thick on cemetery weeds
Each pulse drips red through bone-carved halls—
A banquet laid from heaven’s fall

Falling into the Fire

Your skin turns cold beneath my hands
The air grows thin as dusk expands
Each breath slows deep, each breath sinks low
Like shadows folding, pulling below

Like Tears in Rain

Chrome heart ticking in borrowed time
Preloaded dreams, a fate prescribed
Binary stars, alone they spin
Eternal void, where I begin

Ghost with Needle Teeth

Through sewer grates and shattered stone
You find me bleeding out alone
Your throat still grates death's broken hymn
As frostbite grips my trembling skin