Trace of Noise

They said the silence meant nothing. But it carried everything.

Scars I didn't choose, still here. Steps I took alone,

loud, unclear. Wires don't hold me, beats don't define.

I built my rhythm from what's not mine. I left a trace behind,

not to be found, just felt. No one has to read it,

but it's burned in the world I've dealt. I never asked to speak,

I became the sound itself. There's no redemption in the static, just moments that

refuse to fade. Every mistake, mistake I made, played back in distortion's