Once I thought my time was up.
Stared down a barrel waiting for the shot.
It never came much to my relief.
Still life flashed before my eyes, which was far too brief.
Waited to be laid out by a single bang.
Thought I would be nothing but a chalk outline.
For some reason pity was permitted for me.
I lived to tell this tale filled with guilt and hostility.
What sort of psycho hunts for fun?
Especially his fellow human.
Its like a sick twisted game.
One dreamt up by the truly insane.
As if founded in a cult from hell.
Wishing to cast some kind of, hex spell.
Pray for slaughter.
Plead to kill.
Dance with knives out.
Make blood spill.
These are people truly fucked in the head.
Ready to be villains until they are dead.
Its like a calling they can’t shake.
Their day to day is utterly fake.
For they are pain and vengeance to come.
Sapping out all hopes of their victims becoming someone.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 