No Respawn

Heartbeat low.
Rotor black.
Rain on glass.
City gone mad.
Breath held tight.
Scope glass fog.
No cape here.
Just war dog.
One life.
No respawn.
One life.
No respawn.
No respawn.
Kid on a couch
gets clipped,
reload.
Laughs at death,
then grabs control.
Me on a roof,
lungs locked cold.
One bad blink
and the story closed.
Gargoyles watch.
Sirens crawl.
Blood in the alley.
Rain on the wall.
White eyes glow
from a busted screen.
Whole damn city
got teeth in me.
Watch.
And shoot.
No panic spray.
Hold that sight
till the fear moves away.
Finger stays calm.
Jaw stays stone.
No second save
when the shot goes wrong.
One life.
No respawn.
One life.
No respawn.
No save.
No reset.
Still here.
Not done yet.
Controller clicks.
My teeth click too.
Game says kill.
Ground says truth.
Clip says clean.
Body says cost.
You count points.
I count loss.
I see masks
on coward faces.
Clean suits hide
in higher places.
Rich men smile
while poor boys bleed.
Same old hunger.
Different breed.
No clown laugh.
No punchline.
Just red rain
on the skyline.
No bright hero.
No gold light.
Just black gloves
and a cold sight.
Calm cool mind.
Metronome stepper.
Hold the tether.
Aim better.
Not for blood.
For the goal.
Cold in my ribs
but I own control.
Panic gets loud.
I get lower.
Rage wants teeth.
I get colder.
City wants monsters.
I know that song.
If I turn loose,
I prove them wrong.
One life.
No respawn.
One life.
No respawn.
No save.
No reset.
Still here.
Not done yet.
Scope on glass.
Rainline split.
Breath count down.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Window light.
Target shade.
Trigger thought
with a frostbit blade.
Index gone white.
Still pulls clean.
One eye open
on a murder scene.
Chinstrap ghost
in my jawline bite.
Tongue tastes copper
when I hold too tight.
I don't chase.
I don't rush.
I let fear talk.
Then I make it hush.
One clean lane.
One dark truth.
One bad man
gets turned to proof.
But I don't cheer.
I don't grin.
I know the cost
when the work gets grim.
Every shot
puts weight in bone.
Every ghost
finds his way back home.
Breathe in.
Hold.
Watch.
Wait.
One crack.
No respawn.
Mind in rooms.
Doors locked tight.
One man day.
One man night.
One on overwatch.
One in smoke.
One still calm
when the whole world broke.
Threat map burns
behind my eyes.
Red dots bloom
where the quiet lies.
Radar pings.
Pulse stays flat.
Every small sound
gets stored in black.
No loose rage.
No wild throne.
I am not safe.
I am controlled.
Not dangerous.
Weaponized.
Cold breath moving
through city lights.
If evil wants teeth,
I got more.
If fear wants war,
I know war.
But the line stays tied.
The hand stays still.
No joy here.
Just trained will.
One life.
No respawn.
One life.
No respawn.
No save.
No reset.
Still here.
Not done yet.
One life.
No respawn.
One life.
No respawn.
No save.
No reset.
Still here.
Not done yet.
Heartbeat low.
Rotor black.
Rain on glass.
City gone mad.
Breath held tight.
Scope glass fog.
No cape here.
Just war dog.
One life.
No respawn.
No respawn.
No respawn.