Lost Soul
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.