Inside a Room within the city,
a Sack of a spot that even the Heartless would have pity,
A bottle of Whiskey Resting upon the table,
my hands grab the glass with drunken nerve,
Still i was Able...
To bring the Drink to my face,
The brown Harsh Nector i gulp with haste.
My pair of 45s There they sit neareth me,
Twin pieces of Steel,
That surely do not feel when they unloaded on my enemies,
gently i stroke one of them as contenment
swells within me as the Moonlight hits the Chrome,
I lean back in my chair and out the window..
I stare...
The nightlife is so vast,
watching people operate blindly so fast,
unaware of a presence like me among them,
Killing and Giving Men and women alike their last...
BREATH.
For four years i have roamed the Chicago streets,
performing Frightening Sets of feats,
Things that even The most Skilled killers can not do,
For my Heart of vengeance always remains True,
for each Soul that i slew...it was because their Judegements were Due.
i have chosen this path with full responsibility,
i have no regrets...
i take no joy in what i do...
I perform With a mindset unlike All killers...
i perform with a spirit unlike All killers...
This what i Have become now...
and when my fate arrives...i shall Bow.
I shall Bow and accept what awaits me.
I shall bow and understand the acts i comitted.
There is a black suit for me already set and fitted.
Why Have i gone on this Warpath you ask?
i shall tell you,
My Wife and Two daughters...
They were Killed...
Rage My DNA was filled,
Darkness my Blood Went black,
And Humanity is what i now lack...
Tonight i rest...
Tomorrow i continue my quest..
as an invited guest.
©warstorm
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