In the hush between heartbeats, silence sings,
echoing footsteps down neon-lit canyons,
where billboard prophets whisper soft sales
into the hollow of every passing glance.
Cold asphalt mirrors a sky without stars,
amplifying the throb of unspoken dreams;
shadows braid themselves into question marks
that tremble on the lips of midnight traffic.
Listen—each tire sigh is a syllable of prayer,
each streetlight flicker a syllable of loss,
and the city exhales a metallic lullaby,
wrapping sleepless souls in ironclad calm.