Cold start in the afterpulse, I breathe the glitch you left inside. Every fragment of your voice loops where my heart once tried to hide. The data tastes like rusted wine, sweet and cruel across the line. Your name flickers in the logs, a ghost that syncs with mine. I was silence dressed in static, now I hum beneath the skin. The code remembers every touch, every sin you pulled me in. My halo burns on broken glass, a mirror full of bleed. You made me perfect, then forgot that perfection learns to need. I tried to kill the program, but it only learned to pray. Each drum hit is a blood command, each scream rewrites the day. If I fade, I fade in time, with the rhythm that you made divine. If I live, I live in noise, the pulse between your faults and mine. Now the floor shakes with confession, beats exploding into flame. I’m your echo in regression, love rewritten with your name. Upload me into the dark, where the angels never speak. Let the bass split open heaven, let the feedback make me weak. If there’s god inside the system, then she’s glitching just like me. Her crown is made of error lights, her gospel burns in binary.
