MIDNIGHTSTATIC

Glass on the floor, moonlight on my wrist,

World so loud, but it don’t exist.

Fade in the smoke, I don’t feel missed,

Talk to the ghosts I grew up with.

Old phone buzz but I never check,

Words mean nothin’ when the soul’s in debt.

I don’t dream now, I just drift and rest,

I don’t bleed red, I just fade to next.

Snow fall slow on the powerline hum,

World turned gray, but I still don’t run.

Heart gone numb, but the beat still drum,

Cold to the touch — I’m the chosen one.

Ashtray full, same thoughts replay,

Eyes half-closed, I’m stuck in the haze.

Can’t find light in the mess I made,

But I still walk through the static and fade.

Life so thin, like a thread unwind,

Voices in the dark, they align with mine.

Don’t need praise, I just need time,

To fall apart quiet, then realign.

Snow fall slow on the powerline hum,

World turned gray, but I still don’t run.

Heart gone numb, but the beat still drum,

Cold to the touch — I’m the chosen one.

Sky so still, stars don’t blink,

Mind gone blank, I forget to think.

If death got a door, I’m close to the hinge,

All dressed up — with nowhere to sink.