🔞 ADULT: Id/RealKobito - High Quality

I boot you up with hope in my chest,
A fresh resolve: today I am blessed.
Crosshair steady, mouse hand calm,
I whisper prayers to recoil and bomb.

First round starts—clean headshot, divine.
“This is it,” I think, “this time I shine.”
Teammates praise, the stars align,
I’m peeking mid like it’s destiny’s design.

Then comes Round Two.

I miss a spray.
I whiff a flash.
I jiggle peek straight into instant ash.

A pixel moves—
No, that’s a wall.
Why am I dead?
How did he see me at all?

My screen goes gray, my soul goes quiet.
I swear I shot first—I start a riot.
Ping spikes, footsteps lie,
The AWP sings and I question why.

I blame the tick.
I blame the net.
I blame the sun, the desk, my pet.
I blame my team,
And yet I queue all the same.

You are pain wrapped in precision,
A heartbreak built on milliseconds.
A game where gods wear hoodies and never miss,
And I, a mortal, chase one perfect flick.

I uninstall you—dramatic, final.
Ten minutes later?
Reinstalled. Spiral.

Because somewhere between tilt and flame,
Between eco rounds and overtime pain,
There’s a moment—brief, unfair, sublime—
A one-tap so clean it bends space-time.

And suddenly…
All is forgiven.

You are cruel.
You are art.
You live rent-free inside my heart.
A toxic romance of smoke and steel—
I hate you deeply, but damn… you feel real.

So I’ll see you tomorrow.
Same map. Same lie.
“This’ll be the day,” I say with a sigh.

And you, smiling quietly behind the queue,
Pull me back in.

Again.