Beneath the skin, beneath the bone
Are wires that whisper, “You’re not alone”
The fabric bends, the cosmos sways
Reality is just a phrase
They hum like ghosts, these tiny threads
Stretched between the living and the dead
Each beat of time, a fraying knot
Each breath a lie we just forgot
We dance on strings we cannot see
Tied to a truth that doesn’t breathe
We are waves on strings that never end
Shadows cast where space will bend
A thousand selves in mirrored light
Split apart to feel the night
No center, no ground, no god to trust
Just tangled paths and cosmic dust
Dimensions fold like silent screams
We’re actors trapped inside a dream
What holds us up is not the floor
But unseen math and nothing more
Pull a thread… hear it cry
Cut it loose… and watch you die
Every fate… every choice
Just noise… just noise…
We are waves on strings that never end
Born from sound we can’t defend
No fate, no plan, no sacred fire
Just patterns strung on dark desire
A symphony no ear can name
Still we play the ghostly game
You never mattered…
But you were part of it.
And that was enough for the void to sing.