Murder Machine

[Bree]

Cocked and Loaded
Aim and Fire
Releoad Again

Cold, Metallic
like Long Dark Nights
Blood on Your Hands
Wine to Toast Your Victory

Enemy to All
Friend to All the More
Merciless in Pick
Devoid of Passion

Created simply to Exist
Bullet pierces Flesh; Muscle; Bone
Smirking at the Fallen Numbers
Ashes to Ashes; Dust to Dust

Out of Places to Hide
Stuck in the Slums Alone
Hitting the ground Running
Your Friend under Your Clothes

Cocked and Loaded
Aim and Fire
Reload Again

Humanity Falls
A Shot in the Head
A Crack in the Night
Smoke from the Muzzle

Contemptuous at the Ease
Drunk with the Power of Death
Dark Streets; Empty and Silent
Swayed by a Metallic Guard

Cocked and Loaded
Aim and Fire
Reload Again

[Ryvox]

Intense.

Reminds me of one of my characters, ironically.

[Bree]

...Is that a good thing or...?

[Ryvox]

Sort of. XD

[Bree]

Oh, well then, good going for me.