fractured diorama

Cold screen,

cold room

Waiting for the signal

My skin is made of broken

glass (shhh)

My voice is just a static hum (ahhhh)

And I

am

dissolving

Into the wires,

into the cold

(oh no)

Re-routing all my memories

They spill across the circuit board (lost) (ah-ah-ah-ah)

Goodbye to the signal (fading)