Loadout

Strap in.
Lock.
Load.
Rain on steel.
Black bag open.
City sick.
No words spoken.
Strap in.
Lock.
Load.
Strap in.
Lock.
Load.
Loadout.
Boots by the door.
Gloves on the floor.
Bag got weight
from a life before.
Not just steel.
Not just rounds.
Everything carried
keeps pulling down.
Mask on the table.
Tape on the grip.
Rope in a coil
like a black snake hiss.
Scope glass clean.
Mind glass cracked.
Every tool knows
what it took to pack.
Flak rash burns
down my ribs.
Dead white finger
still grips.
Scars like clocks.
Skin keeps time.
Every mark
on inventory line.
Strap in.
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Strap in.
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Carry pain.
Carry code.
Strap in.
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No bright chain.
No loud post.
Just cold gear
and a half made ghost.
Plate rides tight.
Jaw rides tense.
Memory weighs
more than defense.
One knee talks
before the rain.
One old bruise
still knows my name.
No liquor in me.
Aleve lied.
Storm still lives
on the inside.
Magazine click.
Breath count three.
City lights crawl
like disease.
No cape stitched.
No hero crest.
Just black cloth pressed
to a war born chest.
They think loadout
means what you bring.
They don't know
what brings you.
Pain brings me.
Ghosts bring me.
Training brings me.
Calm keeps me.
Strap in.
Lock.
Load.
Strap in.
Lock.
Load.
Carry pain.
Carry code.
Strap in.
Lock.
Load.
Index gone white.
Still pulls clean.
Frostbit nerve
with a murder scene.
Scope cap snaps.
World goes small.
One dark window.
One bad call.
Chinstrap ghost
chews my jaw.
Tongue tastes copper
when the rage gets raw.
I breathe through it.
I file it down.
No loose monster
gets out in town.
Knife in the knee
on every stair.
Still climb quiet.
Still get there.
Thin red lines
on both my arms.
Bush took blood.
I took harm.
This is loadout.
Not costume.
Not game skin.
Not cartoon.
Every pocket
got a debt inside.
Every buckle
got a night I survived.
This is not gear.
This is debt.
This is not flex.
This is what is left.
No respawn.
No reset.
No clean hand.
No forget.
Loadout.
Mind maps doors.
Mind marks sound.
Mind keeps bodies
off the ground.
Threat chart burns
behind my eyes.
Red dots bloom
where silence lies.
One man packs.
One man waits.
One man counts
the city's gates.
One man wants
to break the leash.
One man whispers,
Not for me.
Rage got teeth.
I got discipline.
Fear got noise.
I don't listen in.
Calm cool mind.
Metal weather.
Hold the tether.
Stick together.
If I step out,
I step cold.
If I strike once,
I stay controlled.
No joy in it.
No grin shown.
Just trained will
and a heart like stone.
Strap in.
Lock.
Load.
Strap in.
Lock.
Load.
Carry pain.
Carry code.
Strap in.
Lock.
Load.
Strap in.
Lock.
Load.
Strap in.
Lock.
Load.
No save file.
No cheat code.
Strap in.
Lock.
Load.
Boots by the door.
Gloves on the floor.
Bag got weight.
Still load more.
Rain on steel.
Black bag open.
City sick.
No words spoken.
Strap in.
Lock.
Load.