Assassin
Assassin
You lock your beliefs
Close your eyes
Breathe your last breath
The days are ending
My voice
Is the last thing
You'll hear
Listen to the silence
It echoes
It chases
It kills
This is reality
Kiss it on the rear
This is your reality
Do you think it's pretty?
I'm not beautiful
I'm not handsome
I'm an assassin
I breathe death
And exhale life
My voice
Is the last thing
You'll ever hear
Lose control
Shut your mind off
Remember
You lock your beliefs
Under the cloak
Of your mind
Don't lose focus
Listen to the silence
It echoes
It chases
It kills
This is the birth
Of your reality
Because
I am
An assassin
Do you think I'm ugly?
I think it's safe
To assume I'm a demon
Under the cloak
Of your mind
I will not lose focus
Listen to my breath
It chills the night
Do you think it's pretty?
I do
Because
I am
An assassin
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2011
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