The Killer
a lone man atop a hill
praying for the souls he’s killed
the pain torments him twists his faith
pieces of the puzzle fallen from place
started as vengeance and became addiction
men, women, and children missing
hunting the prey like cat and mouse
follows them from work and house
outside the window watching families
next day a household tragedy
another set dead but another yet to come
he fells them fight but he’s hollow and numb
what started as vengeance consumed his life
until he stared into the eyes of his dead wife
emotions lost for all those years
came rushing back and then came fear
of what he had become and the things he’d done
atop the mountain he took the plunge
better he dies to save other lives
there was no tunnel no bright light
the depths of hell took his soul
next month his daughter turns 8 years old
he couldn’t be there but he spared her soul
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