Through Their Eyes
I embark on this day like any other
Change into my situational attire
Methodically don my gloves
Victim sprawled out not on their own accord
Unsuspected pulling of the plug
Roll out my instruments of death
Begin the killing step by step
Numb the premises of my wrong doing
Poke and prod at the body distastefully arranged under my nose
Suck out the life within
This is where they shall meet their unwilling abrupt end
Turn around and begin again
Sometimes I try to see life through their eyes
The problem is that their eyes have yet to be open
And their lives yet to truly begin
Words yet to be spoken
Memories yet to be made
Time yet to be spent
But life is now stolen
Lifetimes left unscathed
By the holder's mistakes
It sickens me but I try to remain numb to the feeling
At times I contemplate the morality of my deeds
Until I realize that at the end of each day
It's still what gets me paid
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08/06/2016
Copyright © Christian Fuller | Year Posted 2016
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