• Staring down the barrel of your shotgun.
    You are shaking, scared for your own mortality.
    A beam of light shining off of my sword
    Somehow proves to you my insanity.

    Your life is in my hand.
    You now feel as if I am your master,
    Knowing I can stop you from leaving this land.
    Now your heart is beating faster,

    You pull the trigger, with a puff of smoke
    While I flick my wrist, and your skull has broke.
    I look over at you,
    Eyes still young and blue,
    And now I may run,
    Crying from what I had done.