Dial Tone Sonnet

Verse 1

The silence wore a shroud of winter's breath—

And gnawed the wires where the living sleep.

It spoke in static, not the tongues of death,

Of cold data that the soul could never keep.

Pre-Chorus: Choral Swell

Chorus

The frost had bruised the garden’s final rose

a brittle fossil in ashen light.

No morning came—no dawn to decompose

The heavy, dial-tone dark of night

Bridge:

Gravity knocks with footstep beats

Upon splintered stairs no one dared to climb

A windowed eye blinks over empty streets

A clock that choked upon its own tick of time

Outro

And when the final curtain fell at last,

The future vaporized—swallowed by the past.