Forged in the fires of The Soundry - Bring Your No!se https://discord.gg/paNfVhAKw6 Something shifts— a tremor in the air, a fault in the bones of the world. It opens like a heartbeat cracking, and I'm the only thing that doesn't follow the pulse. My mind goes sideways, white noise flooding my chest. I chase the feeling— bare feet on hot earth— but it veers into places my memory doesn't know. Faces fade and dissolve. Moments blur like heat haze. Every word I try to speak stalls, heavy on my tongue. Everything's moving— subtle, seismic— just enough to catch the breath I didn't know I was holding. Slip into yet another memory, re-living all the tragedy— (is this all that's meant to be?) Split in two, forgetting what is left of me, until I get the best of me— (is this all that's meant to be?) (watch me split) (watch me split) (below the skin— watch me split) There's a line I keep crossing without ever moving my feet. Never moving— like the world keeps jumping frames while I'm frozen in the cut. My body keeps moving forward, a drum without a drummer. Everything's happening— too loud, too wide— did I miss something? A beat, a moment, the ghost of who I was? The world sounds submerged, thick and muffled. Sometimes I dissolve into it, sometimes it floods my lungs. I wait for the snap— that clean, sharp pull back— but nothing snaps. Everything drifts, no pattern I can read. Slip into yet another memory, re-living all the tragedy— (is this all that's meant to be?) Split in two, forgetting what is left of me, until I get the best of me… watch me detach See me—reach—reach—reach that point of no return Feel me—detach, argue with myself before I snap! —OH— See me never even coming back! Feel me—detach, argue with myself before I Slip into yet another memory, re-living all the tragedy— (is this all that's meant to be?) Split in two, forgetting what is left of me, until I get the best of me— is this all that's meant to be? (meant to be— meant to be— meant to be—) I hear my breathing thin, borrowed, drifting. I hear my thoughts circling like embers. Waiting to feel real again… but nothing comes. Nothing ever comes.
