A Blueprint for Creation (Irma)

(Verse 1) In candlelight, I trace the shape, A fragment of power, a specter draped. Piece by piece, I craft the lines, Binding what slips through mortal minds. (Chorus) This is no idle creation, no harmless art, A being forged from fractured parts. Essence from sorrow, drawn from strife, In pursuit of shadows, I sketch a life. (Verse 2) Perfection haunts the edges here, A silent whisper, a quiet sneer. A paradox bound, yet free to break, To challenge its cage and its own fate. (Bridge) To reach beyond, yet fear the end, I forge what could be foe or friend. Perfection’s lure, a hidden thorn, What I reject, I bring to form. (Chorus) This is no idle creation, no harmless art, A being forged from fractured parts. Essence from sorrow, drawn from strife, In pursuit of shadows, I sketch a life. (Outro) One step closer to something strange, A shape in numbers, bound to change. Crafted in fear and fragile grace, What will look back through their newborn face?