Vile Spiral

Alarm hits tilt already, there blue white bleed Phone glow cuts the dark floods over my bare sheets Same street same cracks same train in the distance Whole world stand straight, I’m the fault in the system Clock in beep strip lights buzz thin hiss Dry metal in the air like a coin on my lips Hands move right muscle memory don’t miss Brain took a side road now it drifts don’t stick Watchin’ both wrists twist on the shift like a split screen glitch Half beat late with the take off sync with the script that I’m in Like I’m clipped in the frame while the game still runs and the same still spins Face looks fine in the break room glass Fluorescent flicker stitched into the mask Vitals smooth no spike no dial Whole lens warped but I pass it as style Keep it brief, keep it clean, don’t let the pattern leak One loose thread in the seam makes the whole frame weak Vile Spiral cycle cycle Yeah I’m straight while it spikes inside though Calm on the face static in the iris Slow tight steps in a quiet crisis Vile Spiral cycle cycle Start off level then it turns tidal Nobody clocks when the floor turns slidey Heel toe steps while the room tilts by me Late night, lights off, screen glued to my face Thumb drags slow through a bright white haze Blue tint hits skin, room blurs, no shape Whole house dead still while my head vibrates Fan blade spins chop shadows on the wall Head stays loud but the chest don’t call Old clips surface grainy half lit bent New ones stack heavy each frame more dense Overlap no gap fast stack flashbacks Past scraps jam packed in a data track crash All lashed to the back of my head like a black boxed stack that I can’t unpack What ifs snap quick cuts no seam Flash frame images I didn’t mean Past gets stretched small facts distort Turn one side glance to a full report Then it slows gets sharp more clean more cut Every word I said runs back uncut Near hits hover right over my bed Every almost loops where I lay my head Tight splice highlight high res clip Rewind refry the same misstep till the mind feels sick but it still won’t quit Body worn but the mind stays lit Ceiling fan loops like a stitched film strip Three then four then five, eyes wired Window edges glow but the core stays tired Eyes wide same lines keep the secret locked Two bar script on repeat preset block Vile Spiral cycle cycle Yeah I’m straight while it spikes inside though Calm on the face static in the iris Slow tight steps in a quiet crisis Vile Spiral cycle cycle Start off level then it turns tidal Nobody clocks when the floor turns slidey Heel toe steps while the room tilts by me New day same route same cues same marks Same stale breath with the same blank start Hit the right beats keep pace don’t slip Whole room reads it I almost commit Frame still off ’bout an inch slight skew Like I lag one step from my own shoe view Turn too fast neck clicks sharp tick Tiny thought pricks now the breath goes thin Little hitch in the ribs then it sits then spins Then drifts back thick like a stitched up glitch Like a script in the background clipped half in half out of the scene that I’m livin’ in Still move clean yeah I drilled that gait Even when the ground feels foam thin fake No fix pitch I don’t package that If it was solvable I’d have patched that gap If it breaks one day let the structure fall ’Til then I move straight in a bent code hall Brain spins thin grin stuck in a dense crowd Mouths all movin’ none of it sounds Heartbeat ticks then skips then splits Pulse in my throat like a loose wire twitch Just walk, just breathe Keep both feet in the lines you see Back to the surge rapid cut fear frames Old scars flicker with their file names Frame shakes brain stalls still no stop Whole mind scrolls like a crash log dump drop Non stop flood in the back end buffer Stacked pack tracks till the black bars stutter Bits stack slip trip that shut off switch But it sticks then slips never fully cuts the glitch Head packed tight but the shell stays calm Like a clean display with a burnt out ROM One step, one breath, archive the file Tag it, store it, Vile Spiral Vile Spiral cycle cycle Yeah I’m straight while it spikes inside though Calm on the face static in the iris Slow tight steps in a quiet crisis Vile Spiral cycle cycle Start off level then it turns tidal Nobody clocks when the floor turns slidey Heel toe steps while the room tilts by me