The comms are open, but the signal's weak,

Words get lost here, on the edge of a shriek.

You're looking past me, into the deep, dark night,

Secrets unspoken, emotions we still keep.

A quiet hum builds, when you just turn away,

Louder than silence, at the end of the day.

The frequency's jammed, no clarity in sight,

Just constant interference, dimming our light.

It's subtle static, blurring the lines,

Between your true thoughts, and your false signs.

Subtle static, a constant low drone,

Making us strangers, even when we're home.

I send out a ping, no echo returns,

Just an empty frequency, a lesson unlearned.

I read your optics, but the data's unclear,

A new kind of distance, fuelled by silent fear.

We talk around things, never direct or true,

Another message lost, between me and you.

The connection frayed, thin as a single wire,

Dying slowly, consumed by hidden fire.

The noise of the city, gets into our heads,

Twisting the words, that were better unsaid.

But this isn't the Net, no firewall here,

Just our own damn problems, drawing so near.

It's subtle static, blurring the lines,

Between your true thoughts, and your false signs.

Subtle static, a constant low drone,

Making us strangers, even when we're home.