Flow Addict

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cyanide inkwell, sip the toxic draft
jaw locked rigid, ignore the bone graft
tremors in the wrist, aint nervous ticks
craving that fix when the silence sticks
veins map the route where the pressure builds
spine straight. mic weight. the temple fills
witness the soundbreak a fractured hum
one clean hit landed, the numbness comes
crimson floodgates barely contain the current
every consonant carved, deliberate, torrent
suture lines tight where the meaning splits
ghost limb still twitches for missing hits
graveyard shift inside the booths cold light
exhale frostbite, Ignite then recite
syllable scar tissue, thick and dense
past tense opponents haunt the evidence
your structure? dry rot beneath varnish sheen
polished collapse, a predictable scene
my cadence a scalpel dipped in liquid nitrogen
freeze frame your flow, expose the indecision
that weak metaphor a deflated lung
gasping for purchase, a rattle unsung
the beat dont wait for apologies scribbled
your foundation crumbles, meticulously nibbled
this aint hatred, son, its pure necessity
the rhythms gravity, my sole fidelity
feed the machine verses, stripped to the nerve
every pause calculated, every inflection serve
the silence after? a hollowed out mine
drained the deposit. leave no spark behind
just the echo chamber, ringing, profound
addicted to the sound breaking new ground

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Member since October 18 2023

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