Bare skin sticks to the cracked vinyl seat Blue glow carves the hollows where my ribs retreat Thumb drags through a graveyard of finished lives Perfect statues I was never built to carve or survive Chasing ghosts with the flawless score Never miss a beat, never hit the floor Cursor blinks like a dying heart Ticking off the seconds I spent falling apart This glowing cage, my chosen hell Built from quiet clicks and the fear of doing it myself Fed it every half-formed dream, watched it spit fool’s gold Polished echoes of a man I’ll never hold Cold coffee in a mug scarred with prints Tracing loops of “what if” in the cigarette ash hints Screen glitches hard, holds its rotten breath Pixels scatter like birds fleeing certain death I see the stranger wearing all my skin The one who never showed, never will begin Terror drops clean: I ain’t ever gonna be that The final draft, the verified stat So be something else Something raw, unrendered, alive Something that spits on the template Something that refuses to arrive Yank the cable like a root from frozen ground Screen dies black, silence rushes in loud No more kneeling at somebody else’s win No more measuring my blood by the light they let me in This glowing cage, my chosen hell Quiet clicks and the fear of doing it myself Fed it every broken dream, watched it spit fool’s gold Now the fan just hums its tired lullaby, growing cold Room feels enormous when the digital glow is gone Bare feet hit the floor, blood starts moving on Clumsy impulses I used to crop and crop again Now the only signal worth sending through the rain I am the static in the broadcast The skipped beat, the rough cut never labeled wrong No crown, no reel, no borrowed shine Just this messy frequency broadcasting its own design Walk past the empty chair, power strip unplugged Walls breathe free, the house finally uncaged Ordinary streetlights flicker on outside No galaxies, just pavement, just the dawn I own the ache, I own the stutter, I own the plain unknown The version that still fumbles, still forgets, still walks alone Naked, electric, unapologetic, unchained Chair rocks empty in the dark while the real world reclaims Never gonna be that… Freedom hits like sudden wind I swallow the whole damn ordinary And finally begin
