Countdown In Red

Countdown In Red

Countdown in red
on the inside of my skull
numbers dropping
while I look straight through your grin

If I hit zero
I am dragging all your secrets
into floodlights
let the crowd see every stain
on your skin

I am done playing martyr
while you dance on my wreck
if I burn
your history snaps at the neck

You turned my life into a punchline
bragged how I kept forgiving you
no matter how deep you drove the knife

Told everyone I was “ride or die”
confusing endurance
with my life

You never stopped to think
what happens when the quiet one
decides they’ll take their fill

Never stopped to think
what happens when the quiet one
decides to blow up the hill

I started stacking exit plans
with truth baked into every step
saved files
printed screenshots
scraped every smug little boast you kept

You walked right past the warning signs
laughed at the way my eyes
went dry and flat

Called it a phase
called it fatigue
never asked what I was doing
with that

Every little sin you shrugged off
sits ticking behind my eyes
you taught me that you never listen
till something finally dies

I do not need a weapon you can touch
my ammo is all the truth
you begged me not to share
when you sobbed in my lap
at three in the morning

Every confession you poured into my shirt
is a lit match now
each detail in sharp focus
no more gentle softening

You told me I would never have the guts
that I could not live with myself
if I ruined you
that I would fold and cry

Joke is on you
I already died in slow circles
under your heel
what walks around now
is ready to fry

This is not a threat for sympathy
not a plea for you to beg
or change your ways

This is a report of weather
storm already here
sirens wailing through the haze

You loved to boast
that nothing could touch you
that you had dirt on everyone
that you stood above the flood

Check the mirror now
and count the seconds
every drop around your boots
is my rage
turning to mud