Suddenly moving, whirling around
Drawing his gun without making a sound
There is a tension that’s building, until
He pulls the trigger to kill, kill, kill
Dodging a punch, ducking under an arm
Aiming for heads to cause maximum harm
No one is spared for he’s firing at will
The voice in his head’s chanting kill, kill, kill
Jumping, reloading; a punch and a shot
Stabbing and slashing without conscious thought
Taking advantage of knowledge and skill
All that he wants is to kill, kill, kill
Items are weapons; people must die
Chair to a head and a knife through an eye
Everything’s chaos, bloodlust and thrill
And a desire to kill, kill, kill
Stabbed in the back; finds a gun and reloads
Burns someone’s face, something clicks and explodes
Few are left standing, but he’s fighting still
Cannot stop, will not stop; kill, kill, kill
Carnage and slaughter, blood on the floor
He’s the last one, and he goes for the door
Everything’s silent, everything’s still
His mind’s still telling him; kill, kill, kill
But there’s no targets, for everyone’s dead
All of a sudden, a flash through his head
And he is blinking and feeling quite ill
What was he thinking? To kill, kill, kill
Mortified, he’s stumbling out in the sun
Where he is greeted by Valentine’s gun
There’s no ”I’m sorry”s, no time for ”goodbye”s
It’s for the best if he dies, dies, dies
12/4 2015