Ghost in Pink

{sustained cold synthesizer drone fading

into

dry snapping drum beat,

lo-fi room tone} Thinking again,

skeletons in the closet rows Nightmares on loop,

that’s just how it goes

Small town girl in the city seat,

passenger ghost

Living in a small world,

giving up the most {dry monotonous weary female vocal} I did this

all for you, look what I became

Staring in my eyes,

finding nothing in the frame {glitch-stutter effect} Nothing inside,

the hollows are wide I did it for you,

with nowhere to hide Smoking again,

fading out of the scene Drunk texts and naked,

tearing at the seam {layered harmony ethereal but flat} Serotonin low,

the operating system’s slow {cavernous reverb,

minimalist bass} Long time since young,

looking for a name to call mine Issues to fight about,

wasting all the wine

Selfish, yeah, the component is missing Running out of light,

and the silence is hissing {fast rhythmic monotone delivery} Empty moments,

the code is crashing down

Can’t find the signal in this city,

in this town {distorted vocal growl on trouble operating} {beat drops out,

heartbeat and high-pitched digital whine} Running low...

on the serotonin glow.

Missing the main component.

{whisper, barely audible} There’s nothing inside.

{raw intimate 2am bedroom studio vibe,

slow decay} 100% Tiguidou...

in the empty.

System rebooting...

but nothing’s there.

{final

long-trailing

digital silence}