Shoot he screamed.
Its like seeing purple dots with dancing faries everywhere. Blood, well since its got nothing else to do decided to come in gallons and crashes the very party its been asked to keep miles away from.
And since its had enough of peace, quiet and serenity wants a piece of the action , the claim to fame, the delicious scarlet cherry on the 4 foot cake.
Cant stop it from rushing into my head.
Shoot he said, just once but it seems like hes just repeatin the word over and over again...infact i can see his eyes flaming the back of my neck, and i can see his face smirkin while he dishes out what he thinks is just another word form the english dictionary.
Shoot.
Its about time my eyes try to focus, an activity that requires formal approval from some body sitting up high. There goes my trophy of conscience. I see images of poor people i passed by, hungry eyes i looked away from and sobbing faces i refused to acknowledge and now....this. My finger places itself gently on the shiny metal trigger.
Suddenly i feel at home.
I have always loved the feel of cold steel.
Blood, who has been creating chaos up in my head finally settles down, my lungs manage to stabalise themselves.....i know this feeling.
I love this feeling.
Like a symphony , my neck dips low and right. my elbows fall into perfect position. i can hear my ears shut out all sound, and my lips turn dry. Its like watchin super slow mo. So elegant so flawless.
I love this feeling.
I feel the bullet pop into its destined path, the hammer heaves away, says a small prayer and thunders through the air onto to the unsuspecting bullet. A silent pop and it whooshes through the air. i can see it travel and look around at this new world its thrown into. spinning round and round, piercing air as she elegantly glides towards her destination.
She savours every moment and finally after its short apology to its victim, she enters into the forehead. And as quietly as she enters she leaves with out a whisper and continues on trying to prolong her short life and squeeze every remaing drop of inanimate life she has.
The body drops to the ground.
It feels good.
My blood now has infact decided to have an out of body experience.
It spills on to the green grass and gleams in the monlight.
I love this feeling.
