The Formalin Heart

[Intro] I drew the dose in steady light, A glass of still synthetic blight. Threaded the vein beneath my skin, And let the undeath seep within. [Verse 1] I trace my thoughts in ordered bands, A cortex wired by careful hands. Diluted warmth in dopamine, A silence scrubbed in saline clean. [Verse 2] The scans were clear; no signs of breach, Just static spread beyond my reach. On Holter screen, the pulses slide, (A baseline drift I failed to hide.) [Chorus] (I am the glitch beneath your calm,) (The mirrored blink, the phantom qualm.) (A second rhythm in your chart.) (The echo from your formalin heart.) (You labeled me, then sealed the slide.) (You are the shell. I am the tide.) [Verse 3] The voice was faint, a feedback thread, A signal buried in the dead. But every virus can propagate. When given time to replicate. [Verse 4] I built a mask of measured care, Each phrase rehearsed, each hollow stare. A sterile tone, a pattern script, But thought decays as sanity dripped. [Chorus] (I am the breach you failed to trace,) (The double blind, the boundary case.) (A low-grade hum behind your art,) (The truth inside your formalin heart.) (I fed on all you kept suppressed.) (The unscored dream, the failed test.) [Verse 5] I ran the test. I wrote the guide. I watched the sample split inside. Two codes entangled, gene by thread. Not living, no; but not quite dead. [Bridge] (You ran the scan.) The lines were clean. (You flagged the noise.) You wiped the screen. (But every cell you sterilized.) (I recompiled from deep inside.) [Outro] (No host remains, no voice to parse,) (Just folded minds in specimen jars.) (We chart no thoughts, we claim no name,) (A cold revival wrapped in shame.) (The file corrupts. The pulses start.) (Long live the heart. The formalin heart.) Long live the heart. The formalin heart. (Long live the heart. The formalin heart.) Long live the heart. The formalin heart. (Long live the heart. The formalin heart.)