WHYTE TRASH - Faceless

~AI HORROR MUSIC WITH A HUMANS TOUCH~ Neon drips through the blinds, turns my skin into ice. I count the hum in the ceiling like it’s telling me I’m alive. Your shadow moves in the glass, slow— like you already know what I’m made of. I try to speak, but my voice is buried under cotton and latex, under the clean smell of damage. Don’t say my name. Don’t pretend you remember. Your hands are steady— mine are shaking, but I’m still here. I’m faceless in your light, floating in a white room. You press your thumb to my mouth like you’re testing the truth. If I disappear tonight, will you finally breathe? I’m faceless— but I can feel everything. Cold metal kisses my spine, I arch— not for you, for the ceiling. The hallway sings— wheels, whispers, a soft little choir of “don’t fight it.” And I see it— a mask in the drawer, like mercy, like a joke you keep for later. I touch my face and it isn’t mine. It’s a blank place where the panic climbs. You lean in close like a lover, like a liar. I can’t tell which— so I close my eyes and let the fear get warm. I’m faceless in your light, floating in a white room. You press your thumb to my mouth like you’re testing the truth. If I disappear tonight, will you finally breathe? I’m faceless— but I can feel everything. Say it’s “fine.” Say it’s “routine.” Say I’m “safe.” While your fingers draw a line where my life used to be. I want my skin back. I want my mouth back. I want that moment before you decided I was yours to rebuild. You can’t wash this off. You can’t wash this off. I’m faceless in your light, but I’m loud in the dark. You can take what you want from me— you won’t take the spark. If I disappear tonight, will you finally breathe? I’m faceless— but I can feel everything. Neon… white room… your hands… my heart still beating