Head Riot

“My storm speaks in silence, my soul answers in song…”

“My thoughts don’t whisper, they riot they’ve been loud all along.”

Mind’s a cage and the bars are loud,

Dreams get drowned in a haunted crowd.

Trains of thought run off their track,

No looking forward, just flashing back.

Fire in veins, ink like a blade,

Cut through the shade, I craft and invade.

Silence shouts, but I answer fast,

Spit truth in rhymes that were built to last.

They don’t see what’s trapped inside,

A battlefield masked in poet’s pride.

I walk through storms with my pen as guide,

Write my war with words I can’t hide.

A riot in my head, I breathe the sound,

I bleed on beats, I won’t back down.

Rhyme through wreckage, rebuild, revive,

Pain turns rhythm, I come alive.

Peace don't fit in a brain this loud,

Got thunder thoughts wrapped in cloud.

Memory knives in a velvet case,

Smile on scars I can’t erase.

Darkness hums like a twisted song,

But I turn wrong into bars that belong.

Life’s a fight with a thousand names,

And I tattoo truth in lyric flames.

“A riot lives in my head, but silence keeps the beat…”

“I turn every cut into heat—every scar into a feat.”

A riot in my head, I breathe the sound,

I bleed on beats, I won’t back down.

Verse by verse, I rise and grind,

This chaos carved my state of mind.

Still I write, still I roar,

From whispered pain, I build the score.