Between the Lines

Silence breaking, echoes intertwining,

In the haze where reality's hiding.

Fading lines, blurred interface,

Caught between two worlds, lost in space.

Digital whispers in my mind,

Living, breathing, on the edge of time.

Is this real, or just a dream?

Caught in the pulse of the machine.

Mirrors crack, revealing truth,

Lucid visions, uncaged youth.

Living in the glitch, caught between the cracks,

Lucid in the chaos, never looking back.

Material bone, digital soul,

Walking the line where two worlds unfold.

Screens flicker, shadows grow,

Echoes of a world I used to know.

Synthesized breath, electric touch,

Holy or hollow, depends on much.

Is this real, or just a dream?

Caught in the pulse of the machine.

Mirrors crack, revealing truth,

Lucid visions, uncaged youth.

Living in the glitch, caught between the cracks,

Lucid in the chaos, never looking back.

Material bone, digital soul,

Walking the line where two worlds unfold.

Break the illusion, shatter the screen,

Find the clarity in the in-between.

Breathing in the synthetic air,

Living free, free from despair.

Between the material and the digital flow,

Lucid and alive, I will grow.

Fading worlds, but I remain,

Awake within the digital rain.