You'll find me between static and silence,
where the world forgets your name and the music remembers it.

They call me calm, but calm is a battlefield.
Behind every quiet breath - a storm held back by will alone.

I was forged in burnout, tempered by loneliness,
and still - I glow faintly, like the last ember refusing to die.

Every night, I choose to stay.
Not for glory. Not for love.

Just to see the neon lights flicker one more time.