The Assassin

I awoke to the early morning grey. The nightmere quicly ebbing away. I have been told by the doctors, with this pill they give. The nightmeres will go away some day. I smile each and every day for the new born sun. I place in my own hand a loaded gun. For it seems I can not wait for life to dectate my fate. The news has come to late. Can I trust in what it speaks? For it not to be lies. It can no longer gag me, I see through knowing unblind eyes... The phone is rining apon the table. Those placed on this list, it seems are no longer stable. The time is coming for me to begin. Starting the list from bottom, I place my soul in unforgiveable sin.The streets are empty, the houses are dark. One name off the list, one less mark. I have been told my heart is truly dead, in this business I deal only in lead. On this list I count number five.If not for my trade, these people would remain alive. This job I cannot debate, I know only time and date... The time has touched the selected hour. I begin to climb the highest tower. Placed in my handunholy power. Most these people think this life is a joke. I stop to ponder this and light a smoke.WHile the smoke arose above my head. I thought about what the letter had read. Fifty thousand dollars to place a round in the heart of the walking dead... Tossing the cigarette away, a tear runs down my face, one less life will be living this day. The rifle fires without a sound, anouther mark lie motionless on the ground. Without thinking I chamber one more round. This land is cruel like hand over fist. Don't mess up and be placed on the list, of the assassin. For those who dream