Lost Soul

Wed, 07/10/2019 - 13:43 -- shadowK

My bullets don't crave blood 

My trigger doesn't trigger on its own 

I don't pick my target

Not the criminal to be blamed

For the murderous deck of cards to be played

The eerie soul that finds me

Spills the blood they want to spill

Ends the life they want to end

Starts the bloody chase they want to run

Stabs the shattering fear into the pure of heart

Until they bleed out everything that was once theirs

The soul, lost soul

So much hatred in you

You want to watch someone's beating heart bleed

Stitch their wounds with disease

Don't touch me!

Stop the evil chill stabbing through your veins

Your veins turn cold and cry out

You reach for me hungrily

In desperation

Wait for the gloomy shadows to creep into the streets

Haunt.

Aim.

Fire. 

 

 

 

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