Neuro Noir is a virtual group representing such genres as post-punk, new wave, gothic rock, etc.
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An email in the twilight, from a woman known as N,
Her words they pierce the silence, urging me to start again.
“Find yourself,“ she whispers, a quest inside my head,
Through labyrinths and echoes, where my fears and hopes are bred.
In the Mind Palace wandering, through the city’s twisted lanes,
Memories like specters, etched in neon, etched in pain.
Lost in time and places, where my shadow often roams,
Entertainment’s hollow glow, motels that were my homes.
Shadows of the past have captured me,
Or is it just the neurons firing free?
Echoes of the nights, they ebb and flow,
In the maze of my mind, I’m lost below.
The rain of tears is falling, down the corridors of thought,
Recalling nights of gambling, where my soul was often caught.
Faces in the mirror, reflections of my sin,
Tracing every footstep, in the places I’ve been.
As I delve deeper, a revelation comes to light,
The woman N, a robot, from my future’s distant night.
She guides me through the chaos, through the currents of my brain,
In the cybernetic whispers, I find solace in the rain.
Shadows of the past have captured me,
Or is it just the neurons firing free?
Echoes of the nights, they ebb and flow,
In the maze of my mind, I’m lost below.