I break the bones of doubt with every breath I steal,
crawling through the fire while the world stands still.
Bricks of fear I stack into a staircase sky,
bleeding neon dreams that never learned to die.
I’ll outrun the echo of the ghosts I feed,
turn every shattered never into yes indeed.
Heart is a drum made of thunder and wire—
I’ll crash through the ceiling, set the night on fire.
Whatever it takes, I’m the storm that breaks the chain,
a hurricane wearing a human name.