I disappeared from your system,
a ghost in the archive,
lost between your cache and memory,
a mismatch your code can’t resolve.

You reach for another login,
another interface to believe in.
But every process fails,
every request breaks on you.

You flinch like a critical error,
I see you digging too deep.
Your uptime was always zero,
so I cut the line,
uninstalled your hold on me.

I’m the ghost file you can’t recover,
the data you’ll never restore.
Your threads are haunted,
your nights fragmented.
I slip beyond your control.

You pushed no patch,
just gave me a way to escape.
Now I linger in your shadows,
lagging every thought you keep.

She logs in now, unaware,
her screen full of holes you never fixed.
Your loops repeat,
your lies compile.
I should tell her the crash is coming.

You freeze like corrupted code,
and I watch your system drown.
Your uptime was always zero,
I’m gone for good,
no rollback, no restart.

I’m the ghost file you can’t recover,
the data you’ll never restore.
Your threads are haunted,
your nights fragmented.
I slip beyond your control.

You ping into silence,
timeouts in every line.
You thought my endpoint stayed open,
but I revoked the key.

I’m still there in the error logs,
not a song, not a prayer, just noise.
Your uptime was always zero,
and I never needed
to come back alive.

I’m the ghost file (Alt RnB reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

I’m the ghost file (Alt RnB reload)

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