Sunday, October 10, 2010


Walking through the dark
Carrying your mate, the gun
That voice in your head
It has only just begun

Confused, you do your rounds
Tears in the eyes blur your vision
The mute gunshot sounds
You have to carry out your mission

Closing your eyes to the sight
You could hear his scream
His body hits the ground
You wish it was just a dream

You wish you could just end it all
But the anonymous voice stops you cold
You slowly return to the dark hall
Doing exactly what you're told


Ria said...

Eeks...that was scary!!

Amogh Badwe said...

lol,not quite the kind of comment i expected.but thanks for stopping by anyways :)

buckingfastard said...

the conscience of a murderer...lovely and i think one of the most elusive topics to discuss!!