Circuit Bruise

You’ve been checking the

vibe, but

the vibe is controlled,

A shadow-side story that’s getting too old.

Main character energy taking the mic,

Disarming the phantom before it can strike.

Tiguidou…

the critic goes mute,

Rewriting the equation, the truth is absolute.

Vagus nerve project, breaking the spell,

Surviving the story you tried to retell.

Tiguidou… the echo turns clear,

Reclaiming the stage from the shadow of fear.

Aged paper notes, but I don't need your stamp,

Glowing through the dark like a neon-lit lamp.

Fibromyalgia burning, but I run this domain,

No cap, your opinion doesn't register pain.

Bussin’ through the doubts,

got the blueprint mapped out,

Turning down the noise of your static and shout.

I used to think you were keeping me safe,

A guardian angel turned bitter and waif.

But you're just an echo of yesterday's doubt,

And I'm pulling the plug to turn your light out.

Balcony empty… Critic dismissed… The story is mine… System reset.

Tiguidou.