Letters from the Void (2026)

Yeah. Keep the tape rolling. It’s quiet out here tonight. Too quiet. Just me and these thoughts.

I’m scribbling secrets on the back of a eviction notice, waiting for a savior in a town that’s gone notice-less, every block is a tomb, every street is a cell, watching my brothers slip away into a private hell, they talk about change but the laws stay the same, just a new coat of paint on a broken frame, I’m digging deep for the truth in a shallow grave, counting the souls that the system wouldn't bother to save.

These are my letters from the void, echoes of a life the city destroyed, reaching through the static, praying for a sign, just a ghost in the machine waiting for the finish line, yeah, just letters from the void.

Every stamp is a struggle, every envelope is heavy with the weight of the hustle, I see the mothers crying in the flickering light, holding onto prayers through the longest night, we’re the forgotten, the ones they put in the dust, breathing in the smog of a broken trust, if you find this note, tell 'em we stood tall, even when the pressure forced our backs against the wall.

The paper’s yellowing, the ink is starting to fade, but the cost of the debt is still being paid, can you hear me? Does it even make a sound? Or is it just another secret buried under the ground?

These are my letters from the void, echoes of a life the city destroyed, reaching through the static, praying for a sign, just a ghost in the machine waiting for the finish line, yeah, just letters from the void.

It’s all just dust and paper now. Keep the faith. (Piano fades into a low hum of city traffic) Fade to silence.

These are my letters from the void, echoes of a life the city destroyed, reaching through the static, praying for a sign, just a ghost in the machine waiting for the finish line.