Dead Zone

The garage is a concrete and oil-stained cave,

full of the secrets I was hoping to save.

He finally started to tell me the 'why',

underneath a fluorescent and flickering eye.

The screen went to black with a digital crack,

a 'Call Failed' message that I couldn't take back.

The silence that followed was heavy and wide,

like a door hitting wood from the emptier inside.

The steering wheel glowed with a pale, blue light,

cutting a hole through the middle of white.

The most important word was left in the air,

and I'm sitting here talking to someone somewhere.