Prescribed Processing

“System fault… Brace for collapse.” Heartbeat stutters like a skipping track, Trapped in mist—no signal back. Breath caught in feedback haze, Chasing ghosts through frozen delays. Fell through cracks in the sky’s thin shell, Tied to static, wired to hell. Woke up choking on coded dreams, Screams loop silent in machines. Glitch in my voice, lost alone. Hardwired grief, soft-lit tomb, I'm the echo in a quiet room. Pixel shards inside my head. Saints made of static won’t reply— They just flicker and then die. Kicked from heaven, mid-patch crash, Face glitch-melted, redraws flash. No wings, no prayers, no stable truth— Just errors, loops, and reboots. “There was a version that felt fine… But the file’s corrupted.” (beat breaks) “...Still loading.” CRACK THE CORE — EXE FAIL! STOMP THE SKY — KILL THE SCALE! TRUTH IN LOOPS — LOVE IN LAG! BLEED THE CODE UNTIL I CRASH! Drowning slow in lightless arcs. Glitch eternal, never gone— Alive in static all along. “Emotion: Terminated. Dream: Not found.”