mind in a locked room / key got audited

thoughts get seized like contraband arguments

customs of consciousness—nothing to document

blank page starin’ back like it’s sovereign

i used to sculpt sentences outta the sediment

now it’s a deficit, breathin’ irrelevant

echoes got evicted, memory delicate

language on strike, say the truth ain’t benefit

brain on a leash, but the leash got cut

still drag chains like a freed-up convict

freedom ironic—i ain’t got substance

just a shell that remember what function was

i’m writin’ in negative space, not presence

bars shaped like the holes in the message

you hear what’s missin’ more than what’s said in it

silence got louder than voice when it weaponized

every line double back, triple fold

Tsounami thoughts—crease truth ’til it don’t

i speak in almosts, hover near ghosts

punch never land but it bruise the soul

this ain’t block, it’s a blackout clause

contract void where the thought withdraws

ink dry cryin’ on papyrus scars

hieroglyph pain, can’t translate loss

i remember when the mind had corridors

now it’s one flat plane—no coordinates

try to navigate—there’s no origin

just a point that pretend it’s important

i don’t chase rhymes, they evade arrest

syllables scatter when i raise the net

phonetics break rank, won’t stay in step

like the cadence got tired of makin’ sense

they want polish, i’m dealin’ in fracture

beauty get taxed when it pass through capture

i keep it raw like the file corrupted

where the truth still leak through the static rupture

every bar got a twin in a shadow state

one say survive, one evaporate

i talk in forks—let the meaning split

truth feel heavier when it hesitate

i ain’t empty—i’m over-removed

like the soul took a step out the room

left the body on auto-consume

now i’m watchin’ myself from a missing view

clock don’t tick, it just hold position

time got staged but it won’t audition

i age in place—no transition

just a still frame stretched to infinity’s prison

punchline hit like it almost missed

edge of the blade where the thought exist

i don’t cut deep—I suggest the slit

let your mind fill in what i never did

this that rhyme where the meaning late

arrive after the line like a second wave

you don’t catch it, it catch you later

like a quiet debt that the brain gon’ pay

i’m speakin’ fluent in almost there

every sentence lean but it don’t declare

i build tension and leave it bare

’cause the truth too sharp for a full repair

no hook

just pressure held

no drop

just a breath that swells

—

and if you felt it

you already know

this ain’t words

it’s the space they don’t go