Threadbare

#aimusic #synthwave #synthpop
“I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
Lyrics:
I am the hum,
The endless hum,
Buzzing in the walls,
Crackling between thoughts,
Stretching across the emptiness-
A filament, glowing faintly,
Straining not to break.
Grain by grain,
Time's sandpaper scrapes my edges.
Smooth, smoother-gone.
Friction feeds the silence;
The silence feeds the void.
How long can a whisper survive
Inside a scream?
Threadbare souls on a taut wire,
Feel the pull of the heavy choir.
Sing of rest, of breath, of fire-
Burning just to feel alive.
Burning just to feel alive.
Shadows hang heavy,
They drape over my shoulders.
The weight of undone mornings,
Of nights that forgot to dream.
My hands ache from holding nothing-
Just the air that slips away.
Snap. Crackle.
No pop.
Just the shatter of stretched seams,
The recoil of years collapsing
Into a singular moment-
A gasp, sharp and hollow.
Do you feel it too?
The ache of perpetual motion,
The curse of staying still?
We are ghosts of momentum,
Dragging our chains of purpose.
But even a ghost longs for sleep.
Threadbare souls on a taut wire,
Feel the pull of the heavy choir.
Sing of rest, of breath, of fire-
Burning just to feel alive.
Burning just to feel alive.
I am the hum,
The endless hum.
Buzzing in the walls,
Waiting to fade.
Waiting.