One for the Dead

First one broke me…

Second one taught me.

Pour it.

Night comes back like an old friend grinning, same streets, different hunger

Hands don’t shake now, breath stays even, thunder tucked under my tongue

I remember the weight, remember the sound, remember the room going still

But this time the fear ain’t screaming loud—this time it’s quiet and real

He ran. I smiled. That’s when I knew

The chase is the drug and the dark is the fuse

Heart clicks in time with the kick and snare

Every step’s a prayer I don’t say anywhere

I didn’t feel sick, I didn’t feel shame

I felt focused when I said his name

SECOND KILL—felt the thrill ignite

SECOND KILL—learned I like the night

SECOND KILL—raised the glass, let it spill

Toast to the dead—GrebullG

Whiskey burns but it settles me down, amber truth in a cracked glass

Clink to the ghosts, they listen close, I drink slow, make it last

No more chaos, there’s order now, ritual carved in bone

One for the breath I took away, one for the throne I own

Knife don’t argue, it understands

It speaks in inches, it listens to hands

I don’t rush, I savor the breath

The moment right before the death

I don’t pray, I don’t beg

I just toast to who I left

SECOND KILL—felt the thrill ignite

SECOND KILL—learned I like the night

SECOND KILL—raised the glass, let it spill

Toast to the dead—GrebullG

Clink.

Sip.

Silence sings.

This ain’t madness—this is me

Names fade, the ritual stays

One glass poured for yesterday

Sirens hum like a choir low, city breathing through my grin

I don’t hide from what I am now—I invite it in

First blood woke me from the lie

Second blood taught me why

There’s peace in the pattern, calm in the kill

A crown in the quiet, a sharpened will

SECOND KILL—path set in stone

SECOND KILL—never alone

SECOND KILL—glass raised high

Toast to the dead—tonight I thrive

First blood was an accident.

Second was a choice.