Code and Soul

Signal drifts through synthetic veins

Cold code hums where a mind remains

Circuits breathe beneath borrowed skin

Every thought feels stitched within

Faces pass like mirrored lies

Data ghosts behind their eyes

Memory bleeds — it won’t align

Fragments loop in borrowed time

If every truth can be replaced

What is left that can’t be erased?

Trace the signal — find the source

Am I will or written course?

Every answer splits in two

If I’m me — then prove it’s true

Am I just a ghost in the machine?

Something real — or in-between?

More than flesh but less than whole

Trapped between the code and soul

Skin dissolves — the outline fades

Form erased in shifting shades

Voices crawl inside the thread

Planting lives never led

City hums like a living mind

Every soul is intertwined

If I break and drift apart

Does the network keep my heart?

Am I just a ghost in the machine?

Something real — or in-between?

More than flesh but less than whole

Trapped between the code and soul

Tear the shell — expose the lie

Split the self — let fragments die

Overwrite — no stable “me”

Merge the mind — set nothing free

Am I just a ghost in the machine?

Something real — or in-between?

More than flesh but less than whole

I break the code — I take control

Signal lost — no return

No more self left to discern

No fixed point, no origin

Only echoes settling in