Static hums through the sterile stream, Wires tangle in a broken dream. Touch the void — it doesn't feel, Every signal stripped of real. Lost in the void interface, No more self, just data trace. Pulse is low, but thoughts still race, In this glitch, I lost my face. Synthetic whispers call my name, But every echo sounds the same. Disconnected, out of place, Drowning in this null embrace. I reached for light, but found a screen, Reflected ghosts where I had been. No reboot, no exit gate, Just endless loops of silent fate. Lost in the void interface, No more self, just data trace. Pulse is low, but thoughts still race, In this glitch, I lost my face.