Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

Reprisal

(part one)

My last blood spilled on your hands.
Gun, smoking from shots fired
Recoiling bullets, vindictive proof of your coldblooded fingers on the trigger.
Breath drawn, body numb,
I recall vividly the crooked smile that spread across your face,
when you stared my blood oozing body in the eyes.
Blurry images, shadowy darkness.
With no will to fight,
I watched you preach your seed of vengeance to me.
The seed of hatred you planted in your soul.
You took what you thought you needed - my life - in exchange for death.
Eyes closed, breath drawn,
Just like the way you wanted,
Lifeless.
But now, my gun's on your head,
Finger's on the trigger.
When you hear the gun fire,
I want you to tell me one story;
How does it feel to die by the hands of the one, you thought you once killed?