Clean Break

wipe the dust, erase the name.

silence hums — all looks the same.

heart offline, system spin,

reset… begin.

(“just clean it up… clean it up…”)

clothes on the floor — I step around ghosts.

your echo hides inside the walls the most.

I sterilize what’s left of “us,”

pretend it’s peace — not loss, not dust.

if I keep moving, I won’t feel,

these hands can lie — they look so still.

every swipe another scar concealed,

every silence a wound that’s sealed.

so I clean — till the noise fades out,

till your code’s erased, till the lights burn out.

your name dissolves in the static rain,

I sweep it deep — no trace, no pain.

clean break — no ache, no wake,

just quiet hums that never fade.

(“gone… gone…”)

draw the blinds — let white light sting,

burn the ghost of everything.

control the mess, compress the ache,

fold it flat — till nothing shakes.

cluttered mind, empty thread,

you’re erased but still in my head.

loop delete, another try,

fake peace, flat line.

(“don’t think… just clean…”)

so I clean — till I disappear,

till the mirror forgets I’m here.

you fade in bleach, I fade in grey,

I keep deleting you away.

clean break — no ache, no trace,

just numb hands in empty space.

“clean it up… clean it up…”