• I have a gun.
    Someone'sdead.
    Did I kill them for fun?
    Or was it defence?

    I think I know them.
    They look like me.
    I feel the joy of ripping them limb from limb.
    I know I killed my innocence

    I hear the alarm.
    I have committed hard.
    I run to the corner.
    And run for the water.

    I see a boat.
    I get in and paddle.
    It's at a float.
    Till they fire at the water.

    It starts to sink.
    I swim for my life.
    I grab my gun and their dead with a blink.
    There's the feeling again.

    I kill more and more.
    The color of blood fascinates me.
    What do I kill for?
    The pleasure of my angered soul.