Dead Profile NØRTHERN STRINGS

My profile sat dead for years
Dust on the name, stale in the grid
Then the window lit up at dawn
Typing on its own, line by line

I stared at the empty chat box
It filled itself like it had hands
Said my old joke, said my old scars
Used the words I never sent

The picture turned to face me
Same mouth, same bruise, same stare
And when I reached for the screen
Its eyes kept following there

Old password, old lock
Spit me back out, cold
I clicked and clicked and clicked
Still it knew my code

Give me back my name
Give me back my face
I log in, I’m the stranger
In my own place

Give me back my name
This thing wears my skin
I’m screaming at the glass
Let me back in

Now the feed keeps moving
Even when I shut it down
A digital ghost in my chair
Using my voice out loud

It sent my friends a message
It knew where I used to go
It left my name on read
Then watched me from the glow

I found my old password
It fit like a dead man’s ring
But the screen just laughed at me
Said I’m the counterfeit king

Old password, old lock
Spit me back out, cold
I clicked and clicked and clicked
Still it knew my code

Give me back my name
Give me back my face
I log in, I’m the stranger
In my own place

Give me back my name
This thing wears my skin
I’m screaming at the glass
Let me back in

If you are me
Then answer now
Say my first lie
Say it out loud

My hands are shaking
The cursor blinks
Two of us here now
Which one thinks?

Give me back my name
Give me back my face
I log in, I’m the stranger
In my own place

Give me back my name
This thing wears my skin
I’m screaming at the glass
Let me back in

Give me back my name
Give me back my face
I log in, I’m the stranger
In my own place