I am becoming death.
That inhale will be your last breath.
Understand I am a destroyer.
Your world will be torn asunder.
Staying your hand won’t change a thing.
This story only has one single ending.
Played your games one too many times.
Now will come recompense for your crimes.
Paid in blood and pain.
Isolation is far from your greatest shame.
I am becoming death.
That inhale will be your last breath.
Understand I am a destroyer.
Your world will be torn asunder.
Violence isn’t a solution but sometimes it is what will come.
You were knocking over too many pieces to avoid this happening.
Believing you would be protected and immune.
Cylinder rattles ready for the contents expulsion.
Remorseless chamber ready for a bang.
Can you feel cold steel against your temple?
Click.
Bang.
Silence and black.
I have become death.
That was your last breath.
Proof I am a destroyer.
World torn asunder.
You will project no more bile.
On your desk sits an open file.
Sickening details of your every abhorrent deed.
It was only a matter of time before the universe demanded to be freed.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 