Static in my chest, but I call it rhythm,

Every fault line’s just a hidden system.

Built from breaks and quiet collisions,

I’m not lost — I’m in transmission.

The sky doesn't wait for permission,

Why should I move with precision?

I flicker, I burn, I vanish, I turn—

But I never ask for revision.

I’m pulseproof — beating through the noise,

Wired to the chaos, dancing with no choice.

No script, no safe design,

Just thunder veins and open time.

If I'm a spark, then let me blind,

I'm not afraid to leave a sign.

Mirrors cracked don’t lie to me,

They just frame infinity.

I wear scars like circuitry —

Proof that I learned symphony.

The sky doesn't wait for permission,

Why should I move with precision?

I flicker, I burn, I vanish, I turn—

But I never ask for revision.

I’m pulseproof — beating through the noise,

Wired to the chaos, dancing with no choice.

No script, no safe design,

Just thunder veins and open time.

If I'm a spark, then let me blind,

I'm not afraid to leave a sign.

Gravity's soft when you stop resisting,

Even the fall can feel like lifting.

I’m pulseproof — flawed by grand design,

Every misstep draws the line.

Don’t slow the spark, don’t mute the climb,

I’ll echo through your satellite time.

Let me burn where silence grew,

Alive, unfinished — but true.