Tactical Crisis

"You’re being watched.” > Maps burn slow inside my head Every route I take feels dead Orders echo, stained with fear But my shadow won’t disappear > Metal veins in concrete sky I count lies with every sigh I sleep with boots, eyes wide open My mind: a zone forever broker > Whispered codes in empty halls Tactical gods behind these walls Pull the pin inside my spine I reload… I redefine “You survived the briefing. Now go burn the map.”