AI Image: I'm the wound beneath the code Every win a heavier load You waste your grind, that's what they say I

Prompt

I'm the wound beneath the code Every win a heavier load You waste your grind, that's what they say I carve my wins, they bleed and stay Frame-imperfect aim, I still miss Taste of iron on my lips One sharp move, right on time Now I'm soaked but feel just fine Cool me down, I start to burn Ash and bones at every turn No hidden need, just raw desire I grip the ground through blood and fire I'm calm, I step away Dying almost every day Still at peace, still at rest Every loss carved in my chest New round, same obsession Every match a dark confession Quiet mind, blade cuts through Everyone bleeds-just like you They say "you're weak," they say "you're slow" I watch the crimson rivers flow Defeat feels thick beneath my skin What's the point of a hollow win? Settled down, I decompose Every scar begins to show No more games, no disguise I won't break-I brutalize I'm steady, can't you see? Built from pain that lives in me Holding wounds I redefine Everything I claim is mine Take my skill, take my pain Drag me through that hell again I don't prove-I just survive Feeding what is still alive I'm not the best-and that's okay Still I tear my path this way 'Cause all I see when I am done... Is all I killed and all I've won.