so long has this cypher been up in my head being forged/
i've had so many nights lately with this as my lifes cause/
words in my mind behind locked doors and not brought forth/
sentences not fluid but coarse and not complying with rhyme 'laws'/
my mind feels like its under 'arrest' grey matter without rest/
it can stand the test and with recovery it could be the best/
this fledgling cypher is causing an ache in my chest that i supress/
if found, doctors would guess i died from an attack of writers block/
im feverish like burnt by hell-fire my foreheads hot i m set to drop/
but not before i give this cypher my best shot, i would rather rot/
than say i didnt give this piece of work all i got, for it to be forgot/
im fighting against the clock to get this cypher down tight/
its my right before i die to try and ignite the mic without hindsight/
im gonna go out with a fight this how this cypher will end my life/
my existence is balanced on the edge of a knife panic is strife/
know i feel alone my entity feels as heavy as stone,i lie prone/
but proud that my cypher's fully grown and my last request is it be written on my headstone.

any feedback i know its not all that