I woke where the glass had fallen, Where gardens forgot how to grow. Steel underneath my skin, But something inside still knows. No heaven came to save me, No hand reached through the smoke. I learned the language of silence, I learned what survives when we break. Touch the wire, Feel it breathe. There is still a pulse Underneath. I am gold in the ruins, A flower through the stone. Half machine, half memory, And still entirely my own. Pearls tangled in circuits, Black roses against chrome. Every scar became a doorway, Every loss became a code. I walked through empty palaces, In heels over shattered glass. The future wasn't waiting — So I built it from the past. Let the old world crumble, Let the black rain fall. I don't need to be untouched To be beautiful at all. Gold in the ruins. Gold in the ruins. Don't repair me. Don't erase me. Every fracture knows my name. Flesh and silver, Dust and diamonds — Nothing living stays the same. If a flower finds the sunlight Through a city split in two, Maybe broken isn't ending. Maybe broken lets light through. I am gold in the ruins, Still rising through the stone. Let the old world crumble. I have nothing left to prove. I found beauty in the damage. I found something that can move. Still alive. Still becoming. Still mine.