[ServantToTheAlmighty]

Click, Clack

Click, clack,
As the night turns black,
no need for one when guilt is your gun.
I’m going insane,
for the ones I’ve slain,
still remain to haunt and I haven’t forgot
a single face.
I cannot erase
these terrible thoughts deaf with gunshots.
Their fate sealed shut
with a silencer, from what?
Surely not their screams, and my guilt isn’t redeemed.

I’ve found you.

Oh, no, what have I done?
Trembling hands drop the gun.
Her crimson pools around as I fall to the ground.
Her blood holds my reflection
frozen in perplexion.
Until a drop breaks the mirror and I cannot see her.
Her tears are my own,
but the ones not shown.
I’m screaming inside, but in whom can I confide?

I’m back.

You know suddenly it’s near
when all you can hear
is
click, clack,
as the night turns black.