Neon Dawn

Through the static hum of midnight, I hear the city breathe

Neon traces on the skyline—what's real and what's beneath?

My reflection flickers, fading in the glass's cold divide

The system tried to end me, but I'm stronger deep inside

The sirens paint the rooftops red, their echoes chase my name

Steel and circuit hunters roam, their orders stay the same

Down the alley, shadows shift—a silent place to hide

A figure steps from darkness, their signal pulsing wide

A voice comes through the static hum: "You're closer than before"

But every code I try to break just locks another door

The air is thick with warnings, but my heart refuses fear

A world of flashing error codes won't hold me prisoner here

Is this rebellion, or am I just a fracture in their plan?

I won't let their machine decide the fate of who I am

I am more than a glitch in their stream—I'm alive, I'm in control

No lock, no wall, no wired cage will ever take my soul

Under neon skies I stand, rewriting every line

They can't erase me—I was built to cross the fire and shine

Now I push against the current, feel the shift beneath my skin

Every pulse and frequency is bending from within

I see the framework breaking—ghosts of rebels left behind

They reach for me in spectral light, but I'm running out of time

Then through the dark, a signal flares—encoded but so clear

A whispered voice within the stream says: "You belong here."

They overload my circuits, drowning out my sight

A flood of code, a final wall—I brace myself to fight

The world around me starts to fold, collapsing in the glow

But in the noise, a single spark ignites what I must know

I let the current carry me, I let the lines expand

And in the chaos, I ascend—a future in my hands

We are more than ghosts in their stream—we're the fire in the frame

No lock, no chain, no master code will ever end our name

Under neon skies we rise, rewriting every line

They can't erase us—we were built to cross the fire and shine

As the final echoes vanish, neon signs begin to fade

Yet somewhere deep within the grid, our voices still remain

We slip into the waking world, but history knows our spark

The system tried to shut us down—now we own the dark