"모든 마음이 내 안에 있어…" (Every heart lives inside me)
“I read them all. Every breath, every twitch. I feel them.”

Eyes on me, I see right through,
The lies you speak, the truths you chew.
You're smiling, but your pulse betrays,
The storm you hide behind your gaze.
Every blink, every sigh,
Tells me more than words could try.

You think I glide through rooms untouched,
But every soul I feel too much.
Their grief becomes my silent weight,
A gift I love, a curse I hate.

I wear your pain like glass on skin,
A shimmer thin, it cuts within.
I see your heart before you speak,
The way it cracks, the way it leaks.
One touch, I’m drowning in your sea-
Your truth becomes the end of me.

Soft words dance on sharpened air,
I draw you close, you never care.
My charm’s a mask, my grace a blade,
But I still ache for the roles I played.
From Seoul to slums in glowing rain,
I whisper peace, absorb their pain.

Your silence screams inside my chest,
A thousand wounds I can't digest.
I know too much, I feel too deep,
I steal your secrets just to keep.

I wear your pain like glass on skin,
A mirror thin, where you begin.
Your sadness blooms behind your eyes,
And in my bones, your sorrow lies.
A blessing laced with empathy-
Your wounds become the end of me.

“네 아픔이 내 것이야… 근데 난 숨 못 쉬어.” (Your pain is mine… but I can’t breathe.)
“Sometimes, I wish I didn’t know.”

I wear your pain like glass on skin,
Thin as breath, sharp as sin.
I see the ache that you conceal,
And in your hurt, I start to feel.
Don’t look at me to set you free-
Your soul becomes the end of me.

“I feel everything. That’s my curse.”

Glass Skin

“I know they're watching me. They always are. But that’s the game we play…”

Velvet black, midnight code,
Reflections in the glass explode.
Neon wires hum her name,
She’s a phantom in the system’s frame.
Eyes on fire, nerves like steel,
Dancing through a datastream surreal.

Silent alarms, she lets them sing,
Just a game of strings and pings.
No regrets, no second guess,
She was born to hack the mess.

She’s a ghost in the grid, a glitch in the flame,
Drifting through circuits, dodging the blame.
A pulse in the code, too fast to confine,
She rewrites the rules, line by line.
In the chase, she's always ahead,
Leaving only whispers where she tread.

Backdoors open like blooming chrome,
Every breach another poem.
AI hunters trace her trail,
But she’s the wind-they always fail.
She leaves no prints, just phantom sparks,
A lullaby sung in electric dark.

Echoes fade where she once passed,
In this war, she's built to last.
Firewall priestess, zero-day queen,
A legend in the machine.

She’s a ghost in the grid, a storm in the stream,
A shimmer in wires, a digital dream.
They chase but can’t touch, scream but can’t see,
The girl in the code who chose to be free.
Always a beat beyond the dread,
Leaving only ones and zeroes in her stead.

“They built the system to contain us.
I just found the seams…”

She’s a ghost in the grid, lit by neon and stars,
Drifting through firewalls, dodging the scars.
They’ll never catch her, never decode
The girl who vanished into the node.
In the dark, in the shimmer she stays-
Leaving only ones and zeroes in her blaze.

Ghost in the Grid

“Magic ain’t about Latin. It’s about sight. Real sight.”

Concrete veins pulse under her skin,
She walks the lines where dreams begin.
Every flicker, every hum,
To her, it speaks in ancient tongues.
The city hides its deepest face,
But she can read the static grace.

She’s got eyes that bleed with light,
Sees through walls, through time, through night.
Whispers coil where others fade,
She walks where no soul's ever stayed.

She sees the unseen,
The cracks in the screen,
Where shadows chant in ultraviolet sheen.
She speaks with ghosts,
Wears starlight skin,
She bends the world with a breath and a grin.
Your logic breaks where her gaze lands-
She's not of this place, yet it all understands.

Arcane signs in alley grime,
Glitched-out gods lost to time.
Neon sigils on rusted steel,
Only she knows which ones are real.
Where you see smoke, she sees a door-
Another truth beneath the floor.

She’s the silence in the buzz,
The name the city never was.
Reality shifts when she walks past,
Your present cracks into futures vast.

She sees the unseen,
The dream machine,
Rituals baked in gasoline.
She marks the runes,
Hears circuits sing,
Finds the divine in a data stream.
This world’s too small for what she knows-
She’s the spark in the undertow.

“I’ve seen the skyline bleed stars.
Heard the city whisper my name in fire.
This place... it’s alive. And it’s watching.”

She sees the unseen,
The truth between,
What hides beneath the everyday sheen.
She’s not afraid-she knows the cost,
But walks through flames the rest get lost.
She bends the light, breaks the frame,
This city burns, but she owns the flame.

“Magic? No. This is something older. Something real.”

Sees the Unseen

I remember cinna-mornings,
Now the coffee’s just warm and thin.
Used to laugh at silly warnings,
Now the silence settles in.
The mirror holds a stranger’s gaze,
Painted lips, but still so pale.
Even sunlight’s lost its blaze,
Like a candle fighting hail.

Where did the colors go?
Where did the fire sleep?
Every smile I used to know
Now feels buried deep.
But I’m holding on to something
Maybe just a thread of light.
In this room that's lost its flavor,
I still taste the will to fight.

Tried on dresses, felt like paper,
Soft as ghosts against my skin.
Even jazz feels like a vapor
Used to dance, now I just spin.
My lover’s touch once warmed the bone,
Now it’s cool like river stone.
I don’t hate being alone…
But I don’t love it on my own.

Where did the colors go?
Where did the fire sleep?
Every laugh I used to know
Now just echoes in the deep.
But I’m holding on to something
Maybe just a thread of light.
In this world that’s lost its savor,
I still crave to make it right.

I’m not broken, just dimmed down,
Like a lamp behind the shade.
I’m not drowning, but I’ve found
Even breath can feel afraid.
But I breathe… still, I breathe.

Where did the colors go?
Where did the joy reside?
Every door feels closed and slow
But I know they’re not all tied.
So I’m holding on to something
Even if it’s just tonight.
In the quiet, I’m still whispering,
“I might feel again. I might.”

Faded Spice

It’s 12:03, and the city’s half-asleep
But my heart’s awake, skipping every beat
I’m tracing raindrops racing on the glass
Like the minutes I keep losing to the past

And every streetlight blurs into gold
While I’m holding on to what I can’t hold

Red lights and rain
We’re frozen in the middle of the lane
And I’m caught between "go" and "stay"
With the wipers beating time on mistakes we made
Oh, red lights and rain
Tell me why it feels the same

You’re staring straight ahead, I’m looking at your hands
Wishing I could rewrite the words we never planned
The world’s outside, but it’s muted, washed in grey
Like the truth we keep pretending we don’t say

And your shadow’s dancing on my sleeve
While I’m dreaming of the day you’ll believe

Red lights and rain
We’re frozen in the middle of the lane
And I’m caught between "go" and "stay"
With the wipers beating time on mistakes we made
Oh, red lights and rain
Tell me why it feels the same

Maybe we’re afraid of the green
‘Cause moving forward means we’ve seen
The end of what we thought was forever
But maybe forever’s just a clever way to say
We’re scared to change, scared to let go,
Scared to watch the taillights fade

Red lights and rain
And I don’t know if I should call your name
Or just let the silence remain
While the wipers beat away all the love we’ve drained
Oh, red lights and rain
Tell me why it feels the same...
Red lights and rain.

Ghost in the Grid

Clastonique