Needless Things: Digital Degradation

My skin flakes off in pixels,   peeling like corrupted code, Identity reduced to fragments   lost inside the overload.

Ghost-wires thread through memory,   soldered to my trembling spine, Each thought a glitching echo   that no longer feels like mine.

I taste static on my tongue,   like love rewritten in machine-speak, My heartbeat lags in delayed frames,   rendered hollow, slow, and weak.

My face flickers between versions—   one human, one pure decay, Even my shadow desynchronizes,   fading further every day.

There’s a silence in the server-room   where my screams convert to data-loss, I reach for warmth in electric blue,   but I pay in soul for every cross.

Upload me to oblivion,   let my sins be compressed and stored— For I am Digital Degradation,   a ghost in love with the void I adored. NNN