Ondas abstratas de pressão e código em movimento inquieto
Prompt
I hear each secret call my name,
Echoes in rust,
Gasoline rain.
All of the times I took the blame,
Built me a mask I couldn’t take.
Pressure in waves,
It starts to swell,
Heartbeat in code,
Cold carousel.
If I erupt,
If I rebel,
Will I be free or just unwell?
