Frag Out

Three.
Two.
Hold.
Rain hits steel.
City holds breath.
One wrong move.
Everybody dead.
Frag out.
Hold.
Frag out.
Hold.
Hold.
Rage got teeth.
I keep it leashed.
Fire got hands.
I keep it brief.
Count is calm.
Count is code.
Storm in my palm
but I don't unload.
Three.
Two.
Hold.
Chest stays cold.
Grip.
Pin.
Soul controlled.
Not chaos.
Not show.
Aim the flame.
Then let go.
Alleyway black.
Streetlight broke.
Mask in the rain.
Gunpowder smoke.
Bad men laugh
till the door gets kicked.
Then the whole room learns
what pressure is.
Frag out.
Hold.
Frag out.
Hold.
Three.
Two.
Hold.
Frag out.
Hold.
Blast in the dark.
Ears ring white.
Dust lifts up
like a ghost in light.
Knee hits dirt.
Mouth tastes steel.
I move through shock
like I don't feel.
But I feel it.
I store it.
I do not feed it.
I do not court it.
Violence wants
to call me son.
I call it tool.
Then I am done.
No cape talk.
No hero pose.
Just black rain
on broken clothes.
No clean hit.
No comic frame.
Every loud boom
leaves a real name.
The city wants rage.
The mask wants myth.
The body knows math.
The calm knows this.
Three.
Two.
Hold.
Frag out.
Hold.
Frag out.
Hold.
Three.
Two.
Hold.
Frag out.
Hold.
Index gone white.
Still locks tight.
Frostbit nerve
in a red lit night.
Jawline aches
where the strap
used to ride.
Tongue split sharp
when I clamp down pride.
I could let go.
I could go wide.
I could make fear
learn homicide.
But that ain't aim.
That ain't law.
That is the pit
with an open jaw.
So I count slow.
So I stay cut.
So I pull rage
from the rotten gut.
Fold it small.
Make it fit.
Turn that hate
to a timed click.
Smoke rolls low.
Boots move through.
One room burns.
One truth grew.
If the wrong man lives,
more brothers bleed.
If I love the blast,
then the blast owns me.
This ain't rage loose.
This is rage tied.
This ain't hunger.
This is line.
No joy.
No grin.
No monster
gets in.
Frag out.
Hold.
Mind runs blast
before blast moves.
Angles bloom
through black rooms.
Threat map red.
Pulse stays flat.
Every door
gets measured back.
One man counts.
One man aims.
One man feels
the old war flames.
One man wants
to break the night.
One man says,
Hold it tight.
Panic gets loud.
I get lower.
Blood gets hot.
I get colder.
Calm cool mind.
Metal weather.
Hold the tether.
Stick together.
Bad men push.
Bad men test.
City got knives
under its vest.
I don't flinch.
I don't fold.
I put fire
where the line says go.
Frag out.
Hold.
Frag out.
Hold.
Three.
Two.
Hold.
Frag out.
Hold.
Frag out.
Hold.
Frag out.
Hold.
No save file.
No loose soul.
Frag out.
Hold.
Three.
Two.
Hold.
Rain hits steel.
City holds breath.
One wrong move.
Everybody dead.
Frag out.
Hold.
One life.
No respawn.