Dead Pixel Dial Tone

[VERSE 1]
I deleted your name but the blank stayed behind,
like a dead pixel burning right through my sight.
It’s a dull ache that never bothered to warn,
a held note drifting, lost without light.
I search through the drafts of the things we left unsaid,
but all I find is the echo of what we wrecked instead.
[PRE-CHORUS]
(Voice cracks and glitches hard on each syllable, audio stuttering like bad reception)
Don’t… leave… me… here.
The silence weighs heavier than lead.
I tried to fix it,
but I never learned how.
[CHORUS Dial tone enters — tuuuu… tuuuu… — slow, mournful, like a warped flute in minor key]
It’s the sound of dialing and hearing nothing back,
a maze of tangled wires where I lost my track.
Regret’s an engine running hot and fast,
driving me further from whoever I was in the past.
Missed call,
like a piece of me that fell asleep and never woke at all.
[VERSE 2 Voice processed with old telephone filter: tinny, distant, slightly compressed and lo-fi]
I’ve got a thousand unsent drafts rotting in the tray,
words that cut deep, edged with steel and shame.
The echo of my guilt is the only thing that stays,
this busy signal, this terminal empty frame.
“Sorry” showed up after the line went dead,
a garden overgrown with static where you’re never coming back.
[BRIDGE - THE DISCONNECT Music starts to disintegrate: layers drop out, distortion creeps in. Robotic female operator voice slows to a deep, guttural crawl]
“The… num-ber… you… have… dialed…”
(Sound of a handset crashing to the floor, clattering echo)
[FINAL - OPTION B: RESIGNATION Everything cuts dead. No rain, no heartbeat, no voice. Just the raw, flat tone of an off-hook phone.]
[Beep… beep… beep… beep…]
[The tone drags on for ten full seconds, growing fainter, weaker—like a dying battery—until it fades into absolute, crushing silence.]

Art-Pop / Glitch vibe / Lo-fi Experimental,male