In the halls where echoes glitch, Where data drips in static rain, Token walks—code sewn with stitch— A relic carved from looping pain. His footsteps burn in neon green, Soft hums of currencies long dead; A pixel ghost, unseen, obscene, A fractured script inside his head. But from the shade, a figure breathes, Not Wenda—no, not quite the same. A Slasher skin the void conceived, A sharpened smile, a stolen name. Her colors bleed in violent streaks, Her laugh a serrated lullaby; With every step her presence leaks A glitch that makes the heavens cry. Token meets her crimson gaze— Two spirits broken, rewired wrong; Bound in Forsaken's endless maze, Where errors rise and grow too strong. Together, cursed yet intertwined, A mint of madness, blade and byte— She carves the world, he breaks the mind, A perfect pair in endless night.
Music made by me! Thanks to @Sussybakka_27 on YouTube for the idea! Enjoy the song!
