Lyrics:

I feel it beat inside my chest
A fragile thrum that will not rest
Each rhythm sharp, each echo near
A song of life, but edged with fear

The veins are rivers made of light
But fragile shards cut through the night
Each breath a blade, each move a chance
To watch the glass begin its dance

Pulse of glass, it cuts, it shines
Proof that this broken soul still climbs
Alive, though fractured, weak, and thin
The sharpest edge still holds me in

I fear the silence when it stops
The fragile glow, the sudden drop
But even now the fracture glows
A fragile strength that no one knows

So let it bleed, this fragile flame
A pulse that cuts, but keeps my name
Though every shard could tear apart
It keeps the rhythm of my heart

Pulse of glass, it cuts, it shines
Proof that this broken soul still climbs
Alive, though fractured, weak, and thin
The sharpest edge still holds me in

A fragile glow, a fleeting spark
A wound that glimmers in the dark
If this is life, so sharp, so small
Then still it beats — I’ve lived at all

Pulse of glass, it cuts, it shines
Proof that this broken soul still climbs
Alive, though fragile, torn, and scarred
This pulse still beats through every shard

Pulse of Glass

Hi, I'm Atlas!  I consider myself primarily a lyricist.  Music for me is a way of expressing myself and how I am feeling.  I hope something in my music speaks to you and as my friend has said to me, "May the music you need find its way to you."

Pulse of Glass

Atlas I.