The Man

Alone I stand
In an empty lot
Not as I planned
But not yet caught

I see the man
Who took my soul
I am not a fan
Of his sinister role

So I take out my gun
But aim not at his head
So I can have some fun
Before he is dead

I shoot just below
His jugular vein
As blood starts to flow
It looks like red rain

Down his chest
Rushes his life
I'll put him to rest
With the tip of my knife

As I move about
And look in his eyes
His life drains out
And I take off my disguise

I'll undo my mask
So he knows it was me
He wont need to ask
For he will see

He did me wrong
Now he will pay
I've waited so long
For this fateful day